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Mar 2013
The bounce or bounces
                                             off the floor, do not go as high any more,
the enthusiasm is not
                                          diminished though, all the way to the door.
All that was said was
                                       "Car ride" and she spun, turning herself inside out,
She was delighted and
                                            excited, if I said "no"; have you seen a dog pout?
Once we are moving
                                         she heads for a window to be opened for her black nose,
With her fur flying all
                                         around her face, she is on the armrest, with paws and toes.
Capture that moment, if you dare
                                                                 half close your eyes make a car ride of life, the rapture.
Ottar
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   bex and Md HUDA
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