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Pen Pal

November 2, 2016
By Abbeylayaou GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
Abbeylayaou GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
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As i sit to pen this tale,

Her sad eyes bore into me.

I pause and reflect on happiness she brings.

While wetness from her tongue punctuates paper. 

 

Her fur falls from her head like words from my hand.

She spreaks her own language;

This writing is ruff, ruff, ruff.



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