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My Dogs (Prepositional Poem)
Inside the small house, up the stairs, in my room,under my bed.
Inside the white coat, with her friend, in the black.
Away from the storm, inside their sweet dreams, of chasing rabbits, through the forest.
Back to reality, out from under the bed, out of the small house, to chase some real rabbits instead.
Article posted February 15, 2012 at 05:03 PM •
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I love softball. I think I am a good person, but when I am mad I get really mad because I don’t usually get mad. I have blonde hair but that doesn’t always mean that I am dumb I can be smart when I want to be.