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I missed out on your last assignment because I didn't understand the lesson. this one I think or hope I got. you have presented this very well.  Thinking of Bubba By Lisa Noe  I had a puppy by the name of Bubba Noe He was an enchanting little fellow For years he followed me every place I ‘d go He loved running and frolicking in the snow He was like a child galloping beside of me He chased butterflies and let the cats be A pug was the breed he was, he was wild-n-free As he aged his eyes began to fade and he couldn’t see His ears would soon follow, and he could hear no sound Still I loved my doggy even when we buried him in the ground He was the most amazingly wonderful dog of any that are around Now all I have of Bubba is the dirt that makes the mound. |
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