Wondering dog
A dog came to me
I looked to see
it's big brown eyes
black dots that reminded me of flies
I got a leash
to catch the beast
Its head through the loop
we were now a group
we walked along
acting all strong
when we got to my door
I sadly stared at the floor
epecting the dog to leave
as I stood with greive
the dog stood by me
and did not flee
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