October 31, 2008
By Danny Maistickle, S. Plainfield, NJ

Just two years old and barely standing.
Shoes the size of baby turtles.
Sitting on the worst designed couch ever made.
Feeling the cold wet paint spread upon the tip of my nose by my mother.
Remembering the smell that never went away for the whole day.
Wearing my white suit with black spots and cute little dog ears.
Making everyones heart melt as they gazed upon me.
I was my moms puppet and she made me the cutest Dalmatian eva!

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