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My Little Boy Joe
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My Little Boy Joe |
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Bunnie45 Junior Member
since 1999-07-03
Posts 13bedford |
Sobbing, he came rushing in, my little boy Joe OH NO, my frog is gone don't you know He'll have no place to keep his body warm His bed made from rags, tattered and torn I've searched everywhere a frog would go My frog is gone for good, don't you know Trickling tears flowed down his little face He searched high and low without a trace His little frog had gone..but not far away Browser the dog just wanted to play He wanted to have fun with his new little friend He didn't know he caused his life to end Wagging his tail he picked up the frog Only doing what comes naturally to a dog He proudly laid it by my little boy Joe MY FROG is back he squealed, don't you know He picked up the lifeless frog and kissed his head He whispered, your going straight to bed. 99 ------------------ Pam Smith |
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