Friends

I talk to him when I’m lonesome like; and I’m sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. W. Dayton Wedgefarth


I am sitting at my desk a lot this week I have a packet of work due Monday so little time for posting. My constant companions. Cocoa at my feet

and the doves on the other side of the wall.

Lovingly,
The Writing Nag
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