Upon his brick-lined house he rests his head,
A happy pup beneath the shop's bright sign,
Where Peanuts characters are safely led,
In monochromatic, neat, and classic line.
The open doorway welcomes friends inside,
Where busy aisles are stacked with treats to buy,
While Snoopy sits in gentle, peaceful pride,
And watches as the city rushes by.
No longer dreaming of a distant flight,
Or chasing after birds across the sky,
He rests content within the quiet night,
As friendly strangers softly wander by.
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