The Sleeping Dog
My dog sleeps, On my porch... Ah, how neatly he sleeps, With his wicked paws and posture, With his shimmering luster, From his fur, With unfeeling blood flowing through his veins... With an odd ...Read More
My dog sleeps, On my porch... Ah, how neatly he sleeps, With his wicked paws and posture, With his shimmering luster, From his fur, With unfeeling blood flowing through his veins... With an odd ...Read More