Tag: Pets
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Poem: Speak
Speak if only she could talk the stories she could tell after we take our walks of the scents that she smells – if only she could speak information derived as patrolling yard seek intruders that arrived – if only she could tell me of the ventures found the secrets she’d unveil my precious little…
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Poem about a Grand Dog
Grand Dog Pup come for visit. Please tell, how is it? When he came small, cute. One year, massive brute. – Face huge, jowls dripping. Squeaky toy ripping. His face close to mine; So near, oozing slime. – Friends come, are afraid, Then on lap head laid. Sweet, loving grand dog. But couch he does…
June Nash 