On tests I'd always
get a C or D
Because I was going so fast
I couldn't see
But you taught me
Slow is gold
Even when
You're getting old
Mille, I know
You're getting there
You have to go
Which is unfair
But you'll always be
My nine year old dog
Even when
You're in that fog
I love you
So much my Millie
You can never be
Too old to be silly
Even though
You're my fostered pup
I love you until
Down meets up
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