Happiness is a Ball

A poem by Jimmy Stewart

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He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

 I pose like this pretty often. The masters seem to like it.

I think I can......

A mesmerizing chew.

Note how well this conforms.

One fine day's harvest at the park.

I swam downstream and  found this baseball.
I knew those kids couldn't catch me.

Just a sec...

TD

Sometimes a substitute will do.