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Rufus returned to visit me last night.
Since he has been dead four years,
It was only in a dream.
We romped as in the good old times;
I chased and he ran, ran in those crazy
Figure-eights he always loved so well.
He got grass and weeds in his shaggy,
Vacuum-sucking fur.
I brushed him out and he licked my face,
Showing his love in the old, familiar way.
Rita returned to see me last night.
Since she had been dead three years,
It was only in a dream.
We romped as in the good old times;
I chased and she ran, ran in those crazy,
Laughing, sensual and teasing ways.
I caught her, of course.
But not before we reached the stack,
Where she got straw in her fuzzy,
Vacuum-sucking hair.
I brushed the straw from her hair.
We made love in the old, familiar way.