The Vizsla Newzsletter (Dec97/Jan98) |
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The puppies are squeaking An old rubber mouse. The wreath which had merrily Hung on the door Is scattered in pieces All over the floor.
The stockings that hung In a neat little row
I catch them and hold them. "Be good", I insist.
Should children and puppies Yet show us the way,
Author Unknown |
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