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A long weekend yawns ahead
My old dog snores beside me on the bed
She dreams of pain-free days of jumping high.
Hearing sharp and clear brown eyes
Her white muzzle twitches in a smile
I let her sleep to run another mile
Paws hint of hopping through the grass
Dreaming puppy days long past.
That could be about any one of us!
ReplyDeleteLove your baby, loved your sweet story.
Excellent 55 My Friend.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
aw...hope your little gets to be a little pup again...have a great weekend....
ReplyDeleteThat one can be relative to all living things.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet!
ReplyDeletecharming poem and dog. I have some old horses that I have rescued and have retired. They have white muzzles,too. I don't have a white muzzle but I am retired and have silver in my hair. I hope someone write a poem about me instead of grinding me up for dog food like they do old horses here. I love your site and glad you visited me so I could find you! hugs, pat
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