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Max at Dublin Library

Max by James Norman Schnieder

 

When Max's paw-tracks grace the pile,

   and nose-prints dot the tile;

   when wisps of fur float about,

   and you want to shout;

   all you can do is smile.

 

Asking not for himself,

   and giving his all;

   knee high to an elf,

   yet standing tall.

 

Max lives to please.

With laughing eyes and nose thats cold,

   for a morsel of cheese,

   he'll do what he's told.

 

He's an avid reader of smells,

   be they on bush, tire or doggies tushe.

When "Walkies!" is said he yells

  "Hey, lets go get the mail!"

  with wags of his tail.

 

At the end of the day,

   in victory or defeat,

   Max is there to play,

   and ask for a treat.

 

We savor life's pleasures,

   as through life we dance.

Max is one of those treasures,

  a gift from God, and not just by chance. 

                      ~<O>~

Copyright (c) 2003 by James Norman Schnieder    All rights reserved.

 


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