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Louis K. Broussard Sr.

Bee Bee-My Wife's Companion

How can I be more than a friend,
The one that you stare toward questionably?
You wag your fan-like tail expectantly
You dance with anticipation wantingly
If I have a treat or something eatable
Now your distance you so treasure
It is supplanted by your earthly desires
You are purchased like a cheap prostitute
giving your love to anyone who treats
So now I can touch you ever so gently
Ever so softly and you submit to my affections
Oh how my heart yearns for undeserved love
Just come to me though I have no tasty bite
Just come near to me; be still, just sit
Let me feel your comfort and contentment
BeBe my wife’s loving companion let me say
To be or not to Be Be, that is my question

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My wife's Papillion is adorable! She only has eyes for her.

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