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Jan 9
Odd
Got a  big dog
Called
Blacksmith
Stands four
Foot from
The floor
Every time
I kick him
He makes
A bolt for
The door.

My my mate
Shane
Got hit by a train
He wasn’t happy
Life did not fit
In the end
He’s was
Chuffed to bits.

Noah the dog
Lost his bark,
Walking
In the rain
Other dogs
would laugh
Too see him
in such pain,
He got his voice back
This obedient chow
They laughed
Even louder
When he went meow.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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