Connor's purple moustache sings a song of summertime thirst and little boy contentment
His bare chest shows off a brown glow from the sun's bounty
A need is spotted. . .a bucket filled. . .his best friend's thirst quenched
They have their own language. . .he talks, and she understands
A unique kinship. . .one of master and friend. . .one of inseparable playmates. . .
One of a dog. . .and HER boy!
His bare chest shows off a brown glow from the sun's bounty
A need is spotted. . .a bucket filled. . .his best friend's thirst quenched
They have their own language. . .he talks, and she understands
A unique kinship. . .one of master and friend. . .one of inseparable playmates. . .
One of a dog. . .and HER boy!
Oh, a poet, and northern girl who's heart is in the south - could it be? Are we long lost sisters? :)
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