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Saturday, May 28, 2016
Wishful Thinking
Still a young boy,
I’d spend hours teaching
My puppy new tricks—
Now too old to learn anything
New and old Fido long gone
To doggy heaven, sure
Wish I knew how
He learned how
To play dead.
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