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The Dog

January 21, 2010
By flores BRONZE, Pullman, Michigan
flores BRONZE, Pullman, Michigan
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There they are
My nephew playing with him
He pulls his white curly fur and
Then starts running
He looks back to see if he is being chased
He is,
But he is not fast enough cause
The dog catches up and
Licks his face with love
His smile on his face is saying
“I love you Tom”

The author's comments:
What ispired me to write this poem is my nephew and his dog and i hope people will see something special in there animal too.

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