I went outside to play with the boys –
They’re more fun than a whole bunch of toys.
We ran and jumped and barked a bit –
‘Twas going fine – ‘til I stepped in some — !
I’ll get hell – but what do I care –
I can always blame it on “that pair”.
Maybe someday they’ll grow up to be
Just as calm and lovable as “little ole me”.
Wish you were here to scratch my head
Instead of way off in a far away bed.
Don’t let Huey take my place
‘Cause I’m just itching for your embrace.
Miss you,
Love, Missy
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