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Farmer’s pride
The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...
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The sun has risen from it's deep slumber while the calmness of the moon gives light to the sweet child's hope The child wakes...
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The dawn sets, the blue sky turns, into orange yellow, as the sun sinks, deeper and deeper into slumber The moon rises, the cool wi...
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His blue eyes sometimes naughty, sometimes needy. Love is what he asks for, Attention what he needs. His white and grey fur, smooth ...
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