Chumpet. Ollie and sweet Ivy how they have grown Ollie was a puppy now he loves a bone. Ivy has grown pretty Her lips are cherry red Today as she passes They seem to look well bred Ivy smiles I say 'good boy' I stroke Ollie and wonder If what I said was wise 'You always walk Ollie alone?' Her eyes... Sign in to see full entry.
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