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My Good old Bear
HE'S A LITTLE DOG, STUBBY TAIL,
A COAT OF MOTH-EATEN TAN
SHORT WOBBLY LEGS,
I DON'T THINK HE EVER RAN.
HE HOWLS AT NIGHT,
WHILE IN DAYS HE SLEEPS
…LIKE A LOG.
I CALL HIM BEAR
'BUMMER' [IMPLIED]
HE'S JUST A TRAMP
WITH HIGHTWAY STAMPS
THAT CULTURE CAN'T DISGUISE.
HIS FRIENDS I HAVE FOUND.ABOUND
URCHINS, DOGS AND MAN
YET HE STICKS TO ME LIKE VELCRO.
[FIENDISH GLEE]
I TALK TO HIM WHEN HE'S LONESOME LIKE
AND I'M SURE HE UNDERSTANDS
WHEN HE LOOKS AT ME SO ATTENTIVELY,
AND GENTLY LICKS MY HAND:
THEN HE RUBS HIS NOSE
ON MY TAILORED CLOTHES
KNOWING I OFFER TREATS
FOR THE GOOD LORD KNOWS
I CAN BUY MORE CLOTHES
BUT NEVER A FRIEND LIKE THAT
[SEE YOU LATER BEAR]
WRITTEN BY KC..
FOR
my GOOD OLD BEAR ..
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1990- MARCH 2000
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