There she is that little Tyke,
Angelface in all her might,
Beautiful and sweet and such,
And all, that which the heart does touch,
Nine years, and in her prime,
No wear or tear of time,
Hanging on to branches steep,
With her little tiny feet,
Still she talks, her tiny peep,
When I come near, she whispers sweet,
I know for sure, what she does say,
For both, we surely feel this way,
We speak of love and care,
That we in common share,
I feed her walnut treats,
And she, her presence, and her tweets,
The perfect symbiosis,
That true love really is,
She gently feeds my heart,
With joy, that I, of her be part©17/11/2009
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