They Call Me Fritz!
In Inwood’s shade I softly tread,A crown of dreams upon my head.A tiny frame, a noble grace,A sleepy smile upon my face. They say I’m twelve, a gentle age,With years that whisper like a sage.My coat is grey, my eyes are wide,I walk with peace and dainty pride. My favorite toy? A hedgehog squeak,And Big […]
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