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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

Comments

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

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

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

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

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  6. No doggy person ,I - those eyes look scary!

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

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

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  9. Inventive and shrewd response to the prompt...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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