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My name is Sara im 16 years old and i love Spanish stuff but sadly :( i am not fluent in spanish YET ;). I also love Turtles and the color Purple

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La Pepa
The Pepa

When I was a little girl
Nobody wanted her
She was in a little cage
In a animal shelter
It is of dangerous race
But it’s a small thing
It is a cute puppy
White, black and pink
It seemed to be broken
In her life, a plate
She was missing the uniform
School of payment
It looked at me with her small eyes
Of beheaded lamb
And one came for my house
And she sleeps next to me

And now my Pepa does not want to be separated
And although it is not brave and does not serve to take care of
The house
If it hears strange noises she hides under the table every time she’s scared
But she loves me and always fallows behind me
And the rest she gives to me

If you give her a ball
She will go crazy
And she will want you to keep throwing it to her
To bring it in my mouth
She thinks that she is light
As a kitten
I go to bed
And she squashes me
I tell her, my Pepa
Everything that I think
And she looks and listens to me
And she keeps the secrets
I don’t know if she understands me
But she puts so much determination
The rest in not important
Because I love her

And now my Pepa does not want to be separated
And although it is not brave and does not serve to take care of
The house
If it hears strange noises she hides under the table every time she’s scared
But she loves me and always fallows behind me
And the rest she gives to me

She gives me her paw, gives me the other
Fetch, lie down
Tummy up, Play dead
The pine-bridge, sit down
And she does this
Because why?
And she looks at you. Oh!
And plant with your mother in the kitchen
???
And it’s not her who gathers around
It is not important to her that there is chicken and coffee
You need to see, this bug was born to eat
Quillo!

And now my Pepa does not want to be separated
And although it is not brave and does not serve to take care of
The house
If it hears strange noises she hides under the table every time she’s scared
But she loves me and always fallows behind me
And the rest she gives to me