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In the still of night far from both ends of light an aching heart burst fourth with strong delight. Shall I rise and see my friend? Will morning wait? My heart gives in. A hurried trot save all commands no need to call a this furry spot with wagging tail and hassle breathe now in my arms against my chest. Only to see you my noble friend no wish I have for you to make, your willing soul is so the right a pack we are each day and night. Hurry back and sleep goodnight I know you'll watch for anything slight, I will see you more when day should come, back in my bed my longing done.
- Jon
- Jon
