Keats Poem by Madrason .
Keats
I've got a dog she is a poet
she runs away most everyday
sways gaily tailing tale
running after bugs and bees
after anything she sees
drifted in moment-seas lost poot
as if never to be found for good
she wound around a kid and
skipped a ball rolling over all
like a star rocking sudden beat
so twirly are her little feet
that she enticed me into poetry! M
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