Scratch was the sorriest looking and mangiest dog in town.
He scratched a lot no matter how much flea powder his owner put on him.
But his owner loved Scratch and would not trade him for a pot of gold.
Scratch was one happy dog and spent his days chasing rabbits.
And laying in the sun when he tired of this activity.
Scratch was living the good life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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