Harley

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In the realm of canines, there's one with flair,

Harley, a mix of breeds, a genetic affair,

A lineage rich, a blend of twenty-two,

Yet unmistakably Harley, in all that he'll do.


He struts with a swagger, a grunt, and a snort,

His opinions expressed, always a sport,

From the bark that resounds to the tail's lively wag,

Harley's antics, a daily comic mag.


Each day with Harley, a thrilling ride,

His quirks and antics, impossible to hide,

But within his gaze, there's love pure and true,

A steadfast companion, in all that he'll do.


So here's to Harley, the mutt so grand,

With twenty-two breeds at his command,

Though he grunts and snorts with much ado,

You wouldn't have him any other way too!

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