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Bella
My dog Bella,
Is the color of Nutella.
But is very melow,
When she hits the pillow.
But when she wakes up,
She must thrust,
The energy,
She creates and breathes.
So i run run run,
To the next croud,
Of miss is love,
Of wood.
She can chew it all day,
And wont gove away,
Her energy.
She likes to dig,
But not to china.
But to the middle of crayola.
But at hard as she trys,
She never finds, her destination.
This is Bella the nutella.
Is the color of Nutella.
But is very melow,
When she hits the pillow.
But when she wakes up,
She must thrust,
The energy,
She creates and breathes.
So i run run run,
To the next croud,
Of miss is love,
Of wood.
She can chew it all day,
And wont gove away,
Her energy.
She likes to dig,
But not to china.
But to the middle of crayola.
But at hard as she trys,
She never finds, her destination.
This is Bella the nutella.
Published 8th Aug 2017
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