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My Dog By Mira L. Coming home from dad’s The dark night with stars all around The cars going all directions The night sky so dark but blue That night was November’s cold night The cars so bright not as much as the stars We are there at my mom’s No idea he was there Opened the door Sitting on the couch was mom Plus one A dog, a small dog A golden dog So cute with sparkling eyes So happy. |