My Dog Max

May 8, 2011
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Max runs
And runs
Will he ever stop?
Nobody Knows
The cold wet grass
His dainty paws
Just barely
Touching
The
Ground
His breathing
Increases; looks
Like he might fall to
Pieces
A smile creeps on his face
His ears flip-flopping
The sunrise shadows him
Upon the grass
Is he flying?
Where is he going?




Watch your step!


I never told you
Why
The grass was
Wet!





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