My pencil cup is full of pens and pencils I don’t use,
which is why they’re there.
I don’t have room for this pencil,
which I also don’t use.
I wish I knew what to do.
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A Poem From My Dog
July 5, 2012 0
Here’s a poem from my dog. I think she was heavily influenced by Hughes Mearns, but she denies it.
As I barked from the stair
I barked at a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today.
I barked and barked so he’d stay away.