4 Legs

January 13, 2009
By Brianna Dittmer, Hartland, WI

Things look different than what they seem from the outside.
Once you enter the tall wooden doors, the tears start to flow and you don’t understand why.
You remember the times you had with your best friend.
But, the time has come for memories to end.
Why does this have to happen man’s best friend?

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penny123 said...
on Feb. 1 2009 at 12:55 pm
Your poetry was very nice. Glad you mentioned the 4 legged ones. Good job bri!!

Love mom


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