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Boomer started his day In his cute puppy way.. On his leash he would go for a walk. He would sniff the grass As the cars would pass And bark as if he were trying to talk.. He would greet his new friends, Before his walk even ends, With a wig and a wag of his tail.. They would go to the park, Run around and bark, Then quench their thirst from a pail... He would fetch his ball, Step on his ears and fall, And it was very funny to see.. Though he was a little pup, He would still get up, And then hide behind a tree... On his back on the grass,   Watching the clouds pass He would see many different shapes... He sees a kitten, and a bunny, And some looked quite funny, And some, like big hairy apes... Laying by a log, Was one happy little dog, He felt he had it made... After a play in the park, Hearing his friends bark, As he rests in the shade...
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Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
Boomer goes to the park
Boomer started his day In his cute puppy way.. On his leash he would go for a walk. He would sniff the grass As the cars would pass And bark as if he were trying to talk.. He would greet his new friends, Before his walk even ends, With a wig and a wag of his tail.. They would go to the park, Run around and bark, Then quench their thirst from a pail... He would fetch his ball, Step on his ears and fall, And it was very funny to see.. Though he was a little pup, He would still get up, And then hide behind a tree... On his back on the grass,   Watching the clouds pass He would see many different shapes... He sees a kitten, and a bunny, And some looked quite funny, And some, like big hairy apes... Laying by a log, Was one happy little dog, He felt he had it made... After a play in the park, Hearing his friends bark, As he rests in the shade...
vance-mills
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Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
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