Nov 09
poem challenge: Favorite
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Ode to my dog

Hazel eyes
Golden brown fur
with white patches
Always there
Every time I think I see you
Its just somebody else
I expect to see you comeing into my room for attenion
Your fur smooth and soft
I never have a good exuse
For not thinking about you
For not loving you
For wishing you wernt you
He was always my favorite out of all of them-it was barely a comepetition, he knew it too