My dog came in to say hi.
I pet her behind the ear
and she walked out of the room.
I went back to review my work.
A poem that I couldn’t bring myself
went into the good pile anyway.
The next four went into the bad pile.
At that time I went to the bathroom.
When I came back,
I noticed a big yellow puddle
on the poem I placed in the good pile.
I didn’t know my dog could read.
Needless to say,
the poem went immediately into
the bad pile.
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