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Puppy Love, and Golden Dreams.
What a cutie pie.
I Did Spy. (A little bit of nonsense)
Walking home from school today,
I did spy in the shadows, by the tree,
a golden puppy on display.
So shy was he, but wagged his tail,
and rolled over, I could see he was male.
His face was a picture of innocence,
and he came crawling over to me.
"I think I will call you Fred," said I,
lifting his collar to see why,
this golden puppy was out alone,
no where to go, so far from home.
His collar held no clue,
and I knew not what to do,
so in my school bag I did pop,
the golden puppy by the scruff.
His tail and nose poked out,
and I was afraid I heard a shout.
Mother squeeled with delight,
almost cried at the sight,
of the golden puppy.
"You must take him back." she sternly said
"I can't mother, I called him Fred."
Fred is mine now for all to see,
and mine now he will always be.