logan nelson - Mika

My love my sweet my gentle meek
Blonde and brown all over.
How often I let you run around
yet still you will not rollover.

When I'm away I worry all day
Of how it is your doing.
Returning in time to see all your crimes
no worries the floor needs vacuuming.

Though you may not be the purest to breed
To me you always be champion
On my heels you stay on my clothes you lay
My heart, my soul, my companion.

logan nelson

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