The Lonely Island
Here I sit on this lonely island with nothing to do.
But I chose to bring one special thing with me.
A picture that makes me feel small as in a shoe.
Of the love I knew as a kid with the.
So special to me the dog of so long ago.
My bestfriend, my home, my dog Hurley.
We were like Dorothy and Todo.
The wag of her tail so swirley.
This poem is about:
Me