Tag Archives: mud

No mud?

She jumps on my bed Leaving muddy roses Decorating my sheets ……………………….. No mud, no lotus Know mud, Know love!

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Socks

The dog who loves socks The dog who takes them out of laundry baskets And tossed off shoes The dog who Usually wears white ones given by nature today, They chose black socks Also made by nature.

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Lotus like

No mud Know mud No lotus Know lotus

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Darkening skies

the skies grew dark, The rain poured down, But not everybody wore a frown – For there was mud all around!

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Smelling

Today’s lesson from a puppy: After you have run through the mud, Don’t t forget to stop and smell the flowers… Or eat them!

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Reminder: love the whole world.

Why are people always bragging that poodles don’t shed? When they’d bring the whole world inside instead…

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Mud

The soft snore of a sleeping dog, Upside down, belly exposed and legs akimbo… So perfectly filled with dreams and trust, How can I be made at the mud on the sheets.

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Music

Shake, rattle and roll let the rhythm of life fill you! Rain falls, tides rise – see the world thru other’s eyes. Mud and puddle are for play, find the joy in every day. Shake, rattle and roll

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Impressions

I know you are here. I see your pawprints ┬áin the mud. They seems so much larger than I remembered.   Perhaps we have both grown.    

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