| Frisbee Barreling across the green grass on a warm, cloudless day, she chases that flying blue disc, no matter where it might stray. She LEAPS! SNAP! Tight in her teeth she holds it, racing back to me as happy as can be. Ruffling her fur I tell her how great she did, and I take the Frisbee, to throw it once again. February 4th, 2008 Christine L. Taplin |
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