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Dec 2013
Yuch,
I tasted Chrissy's canned food today.
Though our tastes differ
her personality is sizable.

Her thinking faces
and her dog winks
make me think she is an old fuzzy lady.

Peoples and their pets.
Not a petty thing
yet treated as such.

This morning she
crafted an omelette
for me because I requested.

I would have liked it
but, as I said,
yuch.
This poem in no way presents Hill's Prescription Diet dog food in a positive or negative light. Look, I signed:
_X_
Also everyone knows dog food tastes bad.
Sean Fitzpatrick
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Sean Fitzpatrick
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