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' The Puppy And A Rose ... 'I Drew A Puppy and A Rose Then I Sat Back… and I Cried It bought back such Memories ‘afore my Grandma Died… A Golden Puppy and Red Rose… and Me, in Grandma's Garden a-Playing and a-Growing and all the Ruckus, She'd Pardon Sometimes, She'd take me by the Hand And We'd Walk between the Rows … of Onions and Potatoes, Greenbeans Blackeye-Peas and Tomatoes She had a Pecan and a Peach Tree And I had a Slide, and See-Saw – Swing And I'd hold that Puppy in my Lap And the Sunshine gave me Wings !... Then, I'd make some Mud-Pies And tried to brush the Puppy's Teeth But, Instead of getting Spanked The Folks just Laughed at Me… And, Oh, the Flowers in the Front Yard And on the Porch – all the Pretty Roses We'd Poke our Faces, Real Close To get the Perfume in our Noses… God… I Loved that Puppy And Lord… I Love my Grandma … and I Love You and Your Son … for Memories and Teardrops, at What I Draw… Written & ©: 9/3/09 By: The MoonBee Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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