Petes Poetry

Loving Legend (the greyhound) Remix

You thought I'd given up the chase.
I was just giving you some space.
I've still got plenty of pace.
Becauce we are the only two who want to engage in this race.
I'll come home hard.
Because I'll always be your bard.

I'll make that final run.
Get on terms, and give it some.

We'll find a new track.
Bit silly, might climb on your back.

It's all about action and style.
I'm stuck in my kennel, so it might have to wait a while.

Just wait till we are out running free.
And you just might catch a legend like me.


Pete.

P.S
(Hello, Is Mr Shea there?)




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