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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That evening, my dad brought him home He sniffed, and he wanted to roam. With wrinkles, of brown and some white Surely, he was quite a sad sight We spoiled him, right from the start To the upstairs, he sure would dart. Over chairs, and under the beds He ran fast, when we turned our heads. An English bulldog, that you were For your first name, began with Sir. People feared him, when they would meet He once dragged, me across our street. One day, he had run down the hill Chasing after him, took some skill. Mom had used whitening, during his bath He turned blue, and we all just laughed. He loved sleeping, in his own drawer Dad’s work hat, he so often wore. The laundry, sometimes he had got That would get mom, mad quite a lot. To the building, on Friday nights He would sit, and watch all the sights. Protection, is why he would come Just seeing him, would frighten some. His own shadow, he feared at that Cowering, when seeing a cat. He would bark, and growl to look mean It was always, the cutest thing. We had loved him, right from the start For he captured, many a heart. His waddle, and curly-Q tail Slowly, he became quite frail. Mom had taken him, to the vet Hoping his time, was not up yet. For he had gotten, very sick She was relieved, that he went quick. A better place, we know he’s at He’s probably wearing, someone’s hat. We sure miss him, but know his fate He’s in heaven, guarding God’s gate.
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