Thankfully, I do not need this today or this week or this month or this year, I hope. But I wanted to save it somewhere because it is lovely.
A Dog Has Died
Pablo Neruda
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold
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