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[sid] => 81495
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => O'What Fun It Is To
[time] => 2005-01-25 21:16:48
[hometext] => Took a walk today o'what fun
[bodytext] => Took a walk to Fleury Woods my dog at my side Acting so spry Oh yeah; Fleury means flower It was damp and mild,but I would slip an slide Had two foot of snow january twenty-third Trapped inside for a few days I was getting antsypantsy So was Freckles my friendly dog The blizzard of 2005 I would guess you heard I saw three young boys a summer ago They were pushing bycles through the woods The pathways so over grown I spoke with them and like any boys they liked a woods Racoons rabbits squirles birds and maybe even a crow I spent the summer clearing trails Believe it or not Freckles would help pull small shrub from the ground I ruined my lawnmower and got another Needles to say I worked off my tail Back to my story now Bare trees were reaching out as if to snare Confectionet powered branches causing hunger pangs Tree truncks smitten with snow The thicket of brush heavely ladden pure whiteness in my Christmas card view Martin and sparrow darting hither and thither I slipped fell and let go of my dog He was off running happy and gay I lay there in deep snow covered with my laughter Freckles Freckles I called he was having too much fun to come Chasing I broke through ice on the path to soak my lower pants and feet O' what fun it is to walk in a woods in two foot of snow Calling calling doggy doggy please com'on He came running,but streaking past I reached and fell as his leash I tried to grab Cold cold snow went down my back and I lost my hat The cold snow ran so far down my back; if you want to know you will have to ask Freckles came and saw me lieing there in the sparkling snow I frienged I was dead He came and breathed his spirit on me Freckles gave me a licky kiss and I got his leash Up I struggled saying com'on boy home were going to go Sinned [comments] => 2 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 54 [informant] => Sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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