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Max Who? (Christmas Poem)
by Bruce W Niedt
When you think lifes like a big bag of tacks,
Think of me, the Grinchs poor old dog Max.
For years I have suffered from his grinchly grinching,
And worn fake deer antlers without even flinching,
Pulled a huge sled for that grumpy gift-stasher
Im just a canine, not Dancer or Dasher!
But his heart grew three sizes, which I find shocking -
Maybe this year Ill get a bone in my stocking!
12/08/2001 Posted on 12/08/2001
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