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Nov 2016 · 293
Autumn's Gold
Lynda Robson Nov 2016
Leaves rustle
As feet tread
On russet hue's
Crisp and dead

Trees almost bare
Standing bold
Ready to face Winters' cold

A carper of colour
Covers the ground
A joy to behold
Is Autumn's gold
Jun 2016 · 2.2k
Peggy The Pug
Lynda Robson Jun 2016
I have become a gran again,
To a special girl,
Shes's got warts on her face,
And a squashed-up nose,
And she trots at a fast pace.
She's cute and she's brown,
Apricot to be correct..
I love her so much
Even when she's being greedy,
Which is most of the time
But we keep her in line
As pugs tend to go fat..
And we don't want that,
I find it a joy
To have her stay,
My cat isn't impressed
And does her best
To ignore Peggy the pug,
I hope one day
They will be friends,
As I care for them both,
The love from a pet
Is unconditional,
Their loyalty knows no bounds
To stroke a pet is therapy they say
I know being with Peggy makes my day
I never knew much about pugs until my daughter got one, and they are the most lovely dogs ever.

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