a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label rising weakly to a writing challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rising weakly to a writing challenge. Show all posts

Thursday, June 27, 2013

dVerse~Poets Pub...The Dog

He was a dog when I met him
With kindness in his eyes
With love in his heart
With gratefulness

He was a dog when I met him
With no place to go
With no place to lay his head
With no safe place

He was a dog when I met him
Now a happy dog
Now in a safe place
Now grateful and I'm still a softy for dogs

A terrible attempt to rise to the challenge at dVerse~Poets Pub Anaphora challenge.

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