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Sandy

She looks at me with those pitiful eyes

I could give her all the hours of my day

Yet it would never be enough

Skin and bones when I found her

From the pound to high cotton

 

Her farts are the worst

Eating chicken nachos and rib-eye table scraps

She knows what "No" means

But rarely listens

A true Rebel

Stubborn like me

 

White and brown silky hair

Like sand on a beach

An innocent face that will melt your heart

This little terrier thinks she's human

And it's all my fault

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trent-bostick
American
Published
Apr 2, 2013
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