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The Puppy Poem an impromptu poem about puppies I took my puppy to the pound. The vet refused to put him down, so when the shelter took him in they shot him up with acrolein. My little puppy passed away. It made me sad, but that's okay; and though I saw him as a brother I simply went and bought another. This second puppy didn't last. It wasn't long before he passed, so when I went to buy a third I changed my mind and got a bird. back |
