Monday, 27 June 2016

Dogs ( poem )

All sorts of breeds
Big and small
Fat and thin
Love them all

Some are curly
Some are straight
With their hair
Its their fate

Any colour
They may be
Brown black or white
They can be

Vicious tame
They can be
Down to the owners
They might bite me

They want someone
To treat them right
Just like kids
Out of sight

They love and cherish
All the time
Its great for me
They all mine

Unconditional
Love for you
Always running
Up to you

Till their breath
Is no longer there
Heaven springs to mind
House looks bare 

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