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Sunday, November 11, 2012

holopopomo day 11: my dog

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry is from a different point of view, as though it was written by a first-grader:

my dog

My dog is brown
I got him in town
He dog-paddles in the pool
So he will not drown

The end.

I used to write pure gold like this in elementary school, but this poem is not a true story, nor was it actually written by myself in the first grade. I never had a pool.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.

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