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Our Mission: To bring attention to this majestic breed, through stories, music, videos and artwork about the Great Dane.
In the heart of a town, both quaint and small,
Lived a Great Dane named Blaine, the tallest of all.
But despite his great size, and his bark that could boom,
Blaine had a secret that filled him with gloom.
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He wasn’t scared of cats, nor the postman’s chime,
But he was terrified, oh so, of rhyme.
Every time he heard a verse, a jingle, or a song,
Blaine would shiver and shake, thinking something was wrong.
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The children would giggle, finding it quite strange,
That a dog so big, could be so deranged.
They'd sing their songs louder, just to see him react,
But deep down, they felt sorry, that's a fact.
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One day, young Lily, with curly brown hair,
Noticed Blaine’s discomfort, and decided to care.
She approached him gently, with a book in her hand,
Saying, “Blaine, with this, you’ll soon understand.”
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Blaine looked at her, with eyes so wide,
But he trusted sweet Lily, so he sat by her side.
She started with lullabies, soft and low,
Reading them slowly, with a gentle flow.
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With each passing day, and each rhyme that she read,
Blaine’s fear started fading, replaced with joy instead.
They moved on to sonnets, haikus, and more,
And soon Blaine was rhyming, like never before.
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He’d prance around town, with a skip in his stride,
Reciting his verses, with such pride.
The townsfolk were amazed, at this transformation so grand,
From a dog who once trembled, to one who’d proudly stand.
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Blaine and Lily became the talk of the town,
With people from nearby villages coming down.
To hear the tale of the dog and the girl,
Who together faced a fear, and gave it a whirl.
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One day, a traveling bard named Clyde,
Heard of Blaine’s story and swiftly arrived.
With a twinkle in his eye, and a lute in his hand,
He challenged Blaine to a rhyming stand.
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The townsfolk gathered, forming a crowd so vast,
Eager to see if Blaine’s courage would last.
Clyde strummed his lute, singing a song so sweet,
But Blaine wasn’t scared, he was ready to compete.
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With Lily by his side, cheering him on,
Blaine recited a poem, from dusk till dawn.
The verses flowed, the rhymes were tight,
And soon it was clear, Blaine had won the fight.
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Clyde, being a sport, gave a bow so deep,
Praising Blaine’s talent, making some weep.
He said, “In all my travels, far and wide,
Never have I met a dog with such pride.”
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The celebration lasted for days on end,
With Blaine being hailed, as the town’s best friend.
He was no longer the dog, scared of a tune,
But the rhyming Great Dane, who made everyone swoon.
As the seasons changed and winter came near,
Blaine and Lily decided to spread some cheer.
They organized a fest, in the town's main square,
Inviting all folks, from everywhere.
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Musicians and poets, from lands far and wide,
Came to share their talents, with Blaine by their side.
The snow-covered streets, sparkled under the moon,
As the town danced to a merry festive tune.
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Children built snowmen, with hats and with scarves,
While Blaine recited poems, making everyone laugh.
Lily sang songs, her voice clear and bright,
Making the cold winter evening, feel warm and light.
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The festival became, an annual affair,
A tradition the town began to share.
Every year, as snow began to fall,
They'd remember the Great Dane, the greatest of all.
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And so, in the spirit of tales that persist,
Stories like these, simply can’t be missed.
Remember dear reader, when faced with disdain,
Think of the brave Great Dane named Blaine.