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My friend JOHN A. owned a red Irish Setter. A tribute poem to her from the 80s.

Submitted:Jun 16, 2007    Reads: 256    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

You were a litte wild and free.

Bumping over all crazy and for many to see.

You lived by a house by the sea.

ERIN a poem for thee.

A fine name of a guiness stout.

You always wanted to go out.

Scratching the door with feet.

We should have given you cleats.

Over emotional of all fronts.

Running into the TV. on football punts.

Yet, we all still love you.

You are rare and very true.


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