when you talk just to me.
The way you pat my head,
makes it plain for all to see,
That you love me so much,
and always want me near.
The way you take care of me,
makes your love for me real clear.
The way you Furminate my coat,
into a pile of hair so high.
The way you spray me with perfume,
after holding your nose so high.
The way you pick up "presents",
I leave out in the grass.
The way you buy me dog food,
and give me access to the trash.
The way you act so happy,
when I slime you with my drool.
The way you look at me in wonder,
when I use the bathtub as my pool.
The way you mop my muddy prints,
off the wood floor every day.
The way you let me on the sofa,
and never shoo me away.
The way you hug my neck each morn',
and call me "good boy" with a grin.
The way you rub behind my ears,
and let me kiss you on the chin.
Yes, the languages of love,
surround me every day.
My People give me everything,
In every kind of way.
So despite what they say,
"vile and wretched" I am not.
I'm not a "creature" either.
I'm just Luke and I have no spots.
I Support Language Skills,
communication is so key.
Remember A Vote For Luke,
is a vote for little ole me.
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