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A place to write and store short poems. |
When I try to pick up after Max By putting his toys in nice neat stacks He’s in my way and pulls my hair Then scatters those toys most everywhere It’s quite a job to train this boy To sit, give kisses, or retrieve his toy But I wouldn’t have it any other way My Husky pup completes my day A proud member of "The Power Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |