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no bull

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don't
be
fooled child
my bite is
worse than my bark and
my dark heart bluer than my eyes

2013 ~ Rene
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  1. Brian MillerOctober 13, 2013 at 10:33 AM

    oh nice....the dark heart bluer than the eyes...we all have a reason for that bite & even bark...one so cute def can fool one..cause i think he rather adorable...

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  2. ruthOctober 13, 2013 at 10:52 AM

    he is adorable looking... love your deftly worded warning to beware, Rene

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  3. UnknownOctober 13, 2013 at 11:12 AM

    Lovely..:)

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  4. GailOctober 13, 2013 at 11:28 AM

    A beautiful dog and a wonderful breed. You put words to many people's fear. Well done.

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  5. madhumakhiOctober 13, 2013 at 11:30 AM

    WoW RhoW! Fierce! I'm scared.

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  6. KayOctober 13, 2013 at 11:45 AM

    yep those blue eyes, but give a dog a chance!!

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  7. revelationsOctober 13, 2013 at 11:48 AM

    how you could doubt those blue eyes... :)

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  8. JinksyOctober 13, 2013 at 1:28 PM

    No doggy person ,I - those eyes look scary!

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  9. Nissa AnnakindtOctober 13, 2013 at 1:44 PM

    My cats object strongly to the doggy nature of this poem, but I liked it.

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  10. scotthastiepoetOctober 13, 2013 at 2:34 PM

    Pretty perfect! Nice touch... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  11. BerowneOctober 13, 2013 at 2:49 PM

    Inventive and shrewd response to the prompt...

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  12. Kathe W.October 13, 2013 at 3:20 PM

    woof....fair warning! Great take Rene!

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  13. Tess KincaidOctober 13, 2013 at 4:18 PM

    Those eyes are the bluest...

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  14. Annie JeffriesOctober 13, 2013 at 5:16 PM

    Amazing how my take went off in an entirely different directions.

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  15. AnonymousOctober 13, 2013 at 5:23 PM

    it is hard to believe there is any bad in this boy....

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  16. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 13, 2013 at 5:50 PM

    He just needs love! I cant get over his eyes! Frank Sinatra, back again.

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  17. hyperCRYPTICalOctober 14, 2013 at 4:47 AM

    Brilliant! I do love his blue eyes.
    Anna :o]

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  18. Silent Otto October 14, 2013 at 9:27 AM

    Who is this magical being !

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  19. Buddah MoskowitzOctober 14, 2013 at 12:38 PM

    The absolute truth in less than 20 words. Perfect. Do you hear me? It's perfect.

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  20. Bekkie SanchezOctober 15, 2013 at 11:39 AM

    I love brevity!

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  21. Doctor FTSEOctober 15, 2013 at 12:03 PM

    Whatever has made his brown eyes blue? Great concise writing.

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  22. Indigo RothOctober 15, 2013 at 7:55 PM

    "Dog for sale. Eats anything. Loves children."

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  23. MargaretOctober 15, 2013 at 9:55 PM

    A fair warning!

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  24. LocomenteOctober 17, 2013 at 7:55 AM

    So much said in so less word!

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