Oh Dear Lord: I lay me down to rest, You know, today I did my Best. Please forgive me, a forgiveness plea. For I could tell by his raise voice, that I made a bad choice. Yet he later was patting my head, and then I heard this being said, Youre a Good Boy! Oh Dear Lord you do know, Im his toy! Mmmm, Then the way he rubs my belly, and I look up to his shaking like jelly, but Lord I love him too; Just wait till mornin when he ties his shoe. Dear Lord before I take my nap, hell call me to lay in his lap, and then hell cup my ears, Imagine after I lick my rear-- ~hell allow me to lick his face, but Lord its all in good taste. It then that Ill droll, but I am after-all his tool, because Ill chase that ball another hundred times, and then listen to his chants, or silly Rhymes.. If you ask me which; One, a rhymer, and Im not a snitch, but Lord this is a prayer, and Im still wanting to be a player! To run, and chase those balls, and dig a hole with my claws; To bury another bone in his lawn, and if I see a fawn? It better run faster than me, and you made me fast, you see!! After all they are deer,> Lord! To the likeness a soldier with a sword. Sorry not to miss address you, Dear Lord of whom Im addressing too. I really dont chase down fawns, but do wish to wake at dawn,, Amen BY: JohnnyV @hartwick NY//////
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 01:51:37 +0000
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