PERFECTION
Perfection is a lovely word
To strive for it is not absurd.
A standard set with high ideals
No exceptions, no repeals.
A flawless vision gains the crown
All others trampled to the ground.
Tis sad to think a pattern set
Could eliminate the ultimate pet.
Within a realm not yet precise
How sad to lay for sacrifice.
A dog whose beauty surely lies
In the perfection reflected
in his owner's eyes!
This Poem was written by Shellia
M.Kish (skish@awinc.com)
who Lives in Canada
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