Man's Best Friend

He thought with a shudder
of the fearful faces,
bounding away
in his imagination.

He smiled feebly,
this man would not lose.
He would rid without doubt,
the ache of solitude.

As quick as a hiccup,
a friend he would find.
He would search to the back
in the cupboard of his mind.

He would search ho and hither
‘til the daisy petals wither.
Alas the friend he should find,
simply there, by his side.

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