Newfoundlandia

We’ve never walked hand
Or gathered seashells from a shore
But I’ve learned through the years
I couldn’t have loved you more

Papa Stood up on his hind legs, and stuck his nose in the air . Sniff ! Sniff ! Sniff ! Well he said, it smells like a good fishing day to me !

Redeem first thyself to reign the unachievable
Out of misery tow@rds enlightenment
A handful of blustery aroused
Inciting unprovoked confusion
Feelings staring to chipper
Becoming distraug…