Puppy, by Ivy Jordan
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A wonderful present handed to me?
Present for my sister, not me?
I guess it’s always this way
To always receive gifts
From someone who else?
I took a peek at the cage
A puppy! I exclaimed
I shouted in surprise and express my joy
I never gaze upon such a puppy so coy
My spirits somehow opened my eyes
To a wonderful new meaning of life
A puppy I would truly love
I am so thankful of a gift blessed from above.
Jordan 2005 |
Posted: 2005-03-22 03:11:32 UTC |
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