Precious Are You

Precious are the times I hug you

And carry you down to the floor

So, you can eat or drink

You’re fluffy with lamb-like fur

As just as white

Makes me feel special that I have you

Precious are the times I carry you upstairs

To the bathroom

I don’t need a Stairmaster

with yr twenty pounds

To make my legs strong

I’ll carry you saying sweet nothings

As I do

You’re precious to be than anything

I possess

And I hope this poem will try

To explain that

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