I suppose there's a time in practically every young boy's life when he's affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love. I don't mean the kind a boy has for the pretty little girl that lives down the road. I mean the real kind, the kind that has four small feet and a wiggly tail, and sharp little teeth that can gnaw on a boy's finger; the kind a boy can romp and play with, even eat and sleep with.”
― Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows
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The Think Tank (A Collection of Poetry and Quotations)
RandomThis is a collection of quotes and poetry that I have found. If you have a quote or poetry that you like you can comment and I'll put it in!
