As Klee's dots
moseyed off along a line on a leash they go for a walk. No need for idle chatter, they walk a silent stroll. from their sockets, inert objects roll. Mesmerized, surprised by sudden sounds my loiterers stop and gawk. Then again, they're off right then left. Stealthy steps follow sexy scents. As on cones and rods they gently trod. While my own tired dogs plod my eyes go for a walk.
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9/13/2012 09:32:51 pm
Thanks to your post, I found Weebly and made my own blog too, thanks.
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