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POPPY
Look at her sitting in that chair,
Fast asleep without a care,
Dreaming of her day of fun,
Of the time she spent with mum.
What a life to live each day,
All to do but sleep and play,
Not a worry within this world,
Just wants love and lays there curled.
When I come home days work done,
I always know to me she’ll run,
Our loving dog she is the best,
Poppy dog the family pet.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
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