When I was around 12 or 13 a guy renting our old house from us left a dog chained up outside and vacated the premises. We had never had a dog but my dad was really keen on keeping him. He loved that dog and even though he’s been gone for many years now he still talks about him. So I wrote this poem for my dad.
I wonder if you’d mind
If Goonie took the time
To drop in and say hello.
(We lost him long ago.)
I really love your heart
It’s good and that’s a start.
I’m glad you are my dad.
The best I’ve ever had.
Musings of the Mad 
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