Man’s Real Best Friend

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It is always there,

Man’s real best friend. 

It never bites back;

It is already dead.

It never tells us we are lousy lovers

or asks us for an interview.

It simply begs, Take me;

it cries out, I’m yours.

Mush me all up,  it says;

Whatever is you, is pure.

John Updike

 

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