When we first met
I gave to you
A little pup that
You named “Blue”.
He was so cute
And as he grew
I’ll have you know
Our love did too.
But then you left
Without a warning
Leaving me and Blue
On a cold, damp morning.
Poor Blue and I
Never did recover
From the loss of
Our only lover.
Now Blue is dead
And you’re still gone,
And I’m still living
All alone.
But then a friend
Gave to me
A cute little pup
So happy and free.
He’ll never be able
To replace Blue,
But anyway,
I think he’ll do.
Right now I’m trying
To replace you,
But ’til then it’s just me
And Blue-number-two.
Feb. 6, 1977
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