Water Dog Poems - Poems about Water Dog

...I had to make my escape quickly without fanfare it is a wet day but that would not deter one of my pups from chasing me Beau is a retriever, supposedly golden, but more white He loves rain, being ......

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...Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller) To “toll” is to dance like a fox Luring mallards or teals to the rocks Where a hunter’s awaiting What the dog has been baiting Scaring duckie......

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...Rises holds it's own lunar craters keep abreast of the fall tip it will axes shifting in a quantum leap of no more than hope in drought water dog howled at the ring, the ring of roses budd......

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...The Story of a Lake Between two hills a chasm, rain fills it up in the winter, and a lake is born. In May, June and middle July the lake is fine, a bit grey, but cooling. The lake has no outlet it......

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...Is it not so, that the sun does rise in the east and settles in west? Is it not so, that water is water and fire is fire? Is it not so, that laughter is laughter and pain hurts? Is it not so that ......

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...Dark as a demon, but with the soul of an angel, he's a Portuguese Water Dog who's never been to sea, but, as he oughta, he loves water, and highly proprietary when you're watching TV, downtime is ......

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...Down the interracial, middle-class block there's a kid who talks like a mature guy... using words only a grown-up man does, " It's awesome to be cool! Let's have a fist fight!" One evening, he drank ......

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...ANIMAL ACTIVIST Union activist actually – Animal Branch, dude. My union buddies are thinking it‘s intolerably rude To have penguin members thrown fish - an insult. It should be poli......

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...It's seven AM and we're in the kitchen. Elizabeth, 8, and Kirby, 9, her Portuguese Water Water Dog who's never been to Portugal-- doesn't know he's Joe E. Brown, 40s' famous film star reincarnated......

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...The beach this morn was wonderful The waves came thrashing down They were wild and white and foaming And their voices thundered round A lonely figure walked the sand Her head bent down and sad......

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