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Oct 15
In the shivers of a London morn
With a stretch and pull after a yawn
Those gentle eyes in tender created.
A mutual look of love unabated
Four legs and a trot over the hills
A company that transcends all glorious thrills
this is about my darling pet dog, every time he looks at me , it's like he is asking if there was a way he could love me anymore. They are such a blessing.
Written by
Suman Ipe  47/M/London
(47/M/London)   
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