Day 8
Remember how I'd skitter at the clatter of pans?
Surprising, as it was, for one
With the constitution of an anvil
And the temperament of Spring.
I was not diminished
By threadbare coat and apple frame
Possessing as I did
The unsaid treasures of a true pal.
How at times I'd press upon you
The density of my tender friendship
That we each would know
The necessity of our love
And of my devoted tendency
I need no other testament
Than simply to know
I gave such cuddles that are missed.
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