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Tuesday, August 8, 2006

Mike

Rating: 5.0
Wrinkley old Face
bottom lip out of place,
teeth sticking out
pushed in snout.

Black and white
or brindle.
Patch over his eye
call him Sailor?

Short and plump
back legs a little stump,
grip like a vice
to everyone nice.

I love my Bull-Dog,
he's called Mike
not Sailor, and we are
so much alike.
David Darbyshire
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I do not know what Mike looks like (and I regard looks as unimportant) . - but can he inspire, as you do? t xx
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