All snuggled up, on the couch, all rounded in a ball, is my little dog Lily, the dog that tops them all. She doesn't like to cuddle, but licking is her thing, she's hardly ever trouble, nice as a flower in Spring. Without her, I'd feel lonely, and when I am away, I dream I see her, and then I feel okay. Her tail is always wagging, when I come through the door, and though, sometimes she's begging, I love her more and more. By: Lucie J.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
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That is a sweet poem.
Annie !
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