Missy

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    Missy

    I've got a dog named Missy,
    she is quite prissy.
    She plays with her ball
    and chews on her bone
    but I wish she would leave my shoes alone.

    When I take her out in the yard to play,
    she sometimes likes to run away.
    I tie her tight to a tree,
    then she can't get away from me.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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