Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Smart Dog

The young girl loved her dog very much.

But he died. Old age, y’know.

She was distraught. Friendless!

Even thought of killing herself.

That night, in a dream, her dog

Came back and bit her.

 

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