

The Golden SpanielThe golden spanielThe Golden Spaniel
Those sweet little eyes In her sweet little face Disappear With out a trace She just watches She sees all But says nothing Nothing at all She sees the grime She sees the rats She sits in her box Sounded by bats Out in her alley She sleeps through the night She wakes next morning Her eyes are bright She then sets out And hunts for some food She doesnt mind what Anything will do She searches through dustbins And plastic bags She eats her fill Then goes to sleep in her rag
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Sorry for my English.
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i love all those who help me through the rough times, and hate all those who create the rough times.
I must say your long note about my picture was really touching. Of course you can put link under poem!
regards !
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