Alisha P.

Archie

Bounding over piles of snow,

You look like you’re in a show.

Dressed in your suit of black and white,

Which the snow has made a speckled print

When it’s finally time to come in,

There is snow covering your chin.

When I come back from the day’s adventure,

you are joyous beyond measure.

Your tail wags so fast it is nearly invisible.

bumping into everything substantial.

You are the best dog I have ever met,

and have to be the world’s best pet.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]


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