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The Tale of Brulee

just in case you might be wondering, this is about my dog .. or more specifically about her coat & tail ..

The Tale of Brulee

As she lay there, on the rear seat
of his truck like that ..
Her wheaten coat, did catch
the first few rays of our new spring
and damn me ..
If she did not look near golden ..
Just like
the burnished cloak of some
high Aztec priest he thought ..
And even from
that distance, he needed Ray Bans
for the glare ..
While she, did either feel or hear
or smell
the breeze of him approaching ..
And her rudder
started flapping both to and fro
and here to there ……….........  x

 

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Marion

Awwwww....I can't read anything about animals without crying...I absolutely love them....much more than people. Every animal deserves to be immortalised in a work of love Neville and this is more than a very fine example. x

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Neville

I'm a bit like that M .. many thanks my lovely friend :) x

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Tony Taylor

This is beautiful and quite compelling....I think its the way you incorporate thought and near dialogue......it's quite a unique style you wield my friend......ALL STARS & PINNED!!......ever the pleasure brother!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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Neville

blimey, did I do that ..................... :) cheers Tony T .. & truly ... Neville :) x

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Neville

I like the fact you stopped and took a peek at my latest scribble Charlotte .. and of course, I'm glad you love animals too ..... Neville :)

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