Swinging in the Breeze

I like my hammock I every way
The breeze gently causes it to sway

I watch the clouds float in the sky
I listen to the pine trees sigh

The sun is warm upon my fur
Life is good, that’s for sure

When you have a hammock to lay your head
It’s more comfortable than any bed

By Rose Hill, the Irish setter

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