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To Mr. Brooks

U asked me 2 rite
A poem
About a puppy
spotted/white/black
Happy tongue
Wide mouth.

And
that puppy is what I try for
Each time I put pen to paper
cuz
If  I cud ever rite a poem as buoyant and lovable
As that puppy
I wud jump/leap/touch the sky
If I cud ever rite a poem as beautiful and alive
As that puppy
Poetry wud go out of bizness




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