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Sunday, November 04, 2007

fall leaves

Fall Leaves

by ivy dog pargman

i think fall leaves are reelly neat:
they crunch like snow beneath my feet;
they pitter-patter down the street,
and twirl in tiny twisters — schweet!
but they sure are awful things to eat.

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At 5:59 PM, Blogger Gus said...

Hi Ivy: I guess it is finally turning to fall, huh? We are still hot, so I envy you even BROWN leaves.


At 7:01 PM, Blogger Maggie & Mitch said...

That's a neat poem, Ivy and all so true! We love autumn!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

At 10:07 PM, Blogger Girl Girl Hamster said...

That's a really nice poem. We had alot of rain fall last nite

~ Girl girl

At 10:53 PM, Blogger Barlow Putz said...

we like summer water better, but ivys we would follow you anywhere especially through the cruncy leaveas...we have had no rain, but some cold mornings and warm afternoons in utah...love the platoon of four plus one....sadie speeding duke sandny and the brains jp...no not bp....jp...jasper bell

At 5:04 PM, Blogger KB said...

i really loved your poem..and the picture.

did you take that or did your humans do it? :)

At 5:11 PM, Blogger Murphey said...

that is a pawsome poem. I agree they don't taste so good, but stupid Reilly eats them!


At 12:54 AM, Blogger Hana said...

Well, my guessing date has come and gone. I am caving in and picking a new date. I say Nov 10th!

My leaves are not looking like Fall. Yesterday was like Indian Summer and today it was 20 degrees less. We are having weird weather over on this side of the US of A. I wish I had your pretty leaves here. Nice poem, Ivy. Keep it up! I hope you get to play in the leaves!

At 11:07 AM, Blogger Barlow Putz said...

hana, i trusted you about bp all along, thought you knew what you were talking about, but i think u are blowing steam, all along blowing steam with all the clues you said you had, balderbark i say now, loves the platoon of four plus on

At 8:17 PM, Blogger Hana said...

Oh Barlow Putz, hee hee.... I do have that "air" about myself, don't I? :-) Well, I am dog serious about all the clue dropping Ivy did. The biggest most hugest clue Ivy dropped was... well, I will tell you later. But, the only one who would know the date the stork is making her delivery is, well, the stork of course. Or maybe a psychic.

At 10:52 AM, Blogger MJ's doghouse said...

wow Ivy your poetry is amazing....i lurve it....

At 11:34 PM, Blogger Kapp pack said...

Very nice poem. Yes, leaves are very icky!

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

At 9:45 AM, Blogger Marvin - Braveheart Hound said...

I love your poetry Ivy! Just wish I could get my "muse" back, it seems to have gone!

love and licks, Marvin xxxxx

At 10:08 AM, Blogger The Army of Four said...

Woo! Great poem, Ivy! We had some leaves try to follow us on our walk the other day. We turned, to give them the slip, and it must have worked. They didn't follow us any more. Woo.

At 11:07 PM, Blogger Barlow Putz said...

our muse is missing too


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