Diamonds Aren’t a Girl’s Best Friend, Puppies Are

Flowers and tree begin to bloom,

Finally getting out of the winter blues.

My dog runs around the backyard,

Always keeping our house on guard.

Her bark may not be rough,

But her bite is very tough.

She always makes me smile,

Playing with her is always worthwhile.

With smells of the tall grass and trees,

She loves to chase the bees.

Always welcoming with a kiss,

Continues if you try to resist.

With a coat of fur so soft and black,

She always has me coming back.

I love her a lot as you can see,

Jinxie is the perfect pup for me.

This poem is about: 
My family

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