Jazz My Puppy Dog
Jazz was born beneath a heap of rubble,
An abandoned stray, her life was a poem
The more she shivered, slunk and tried to hide
The more she appealed to my rescuing side.
It took lots of convincing to bring her home.
She was certainly worth all of the trouble.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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