The greatest gift one can give a child is the power to create!
This poem was hand started by my mom as a tribute to her dog Blackie who passed away in 2013, I felt the need to complete it.
This Dog
My Dog
Your Dog
Dog's Dog
He Loves
He Hurts
He Lives
He Breathes
He Runs
He Rolls
Part 2: (C) 2015 Danny - Dan's Movie Report
He Chases
He Flees
He Bends
His Knees
He Jumps
At Ducks
He's Blackie
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