Friday, 18 October 2013

Poem by ghostmanraines

I have a peke, the heart of a lion but small and hairy in statue,laid back like dylan in magic roundabout,little gunts to tell me he is the boss,hungary give me my tea,runs to the gate with a smile,waggy tail looking for a cuddle fron passers by,this is my peke called robbie.

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