Title: Born to run
by Dominic from Lancashire | in writing, poetry
Born to run is my dog Jeff,
Born to stretch his long, long, legs.
Born to run on lush green grass,
Born to run on golden sand.
At Greyhound races "go Jeff" will be the sound,
He will be champion Hound.
Born to run even in his dreams,
And when his legs are at rest,
Born to run everywhere,
Born to run is my dog Jeff.
My dad
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