Seeing Sadie standing in the daisies
Helps me deal with the crazies;
When she’s got her muzzle grounded
It helps me stay robust and rounded.
Sadie is a golden doodle
She doesn’t look much poodle
But she’s just as golden as can be
In the sunlight she’s just as she as she can be
Which also makes me feel more me.
She romps along the beach
Chase and chasing anything that isn’t still.
Tries to meet and greet by nosing each
And every moment is a lifetime’s thrill.
At end of day, she dreams her dream
Tomorrow is another day
For her to spring and sniff and scheme
For her to turn the world to play.
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