Under a maple tree The dog lies down, Lolls his limp Tongue, yawns, Rests his chin Carefully between Front paws; Looks up, alert; Chops, with heavy Jaws, at a slow fly, Blinks, rolls On his side, Sighs, closes His eyes: sleeps All afternoon In his loose skin. - Valerie Worth
2 comments:
It's good... I like Andy's version better. Plus, he's got dancers!
Thank you Lisa! I'll try not to forget the words next time!!!
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