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A Sonnet by an As-Otherwise Untrained, Happy Australian Shepherd Who Seems to Have had Speed Spliced Into Her Genes By An Unknown Chinese Biologist Using Crispr

Oh My God, they’re Home, I will not starve!

I’ve got to let them know I love them so!

Oh wait, they’ll know, ‘pon seeing the **** I carved,

And seeing my lovely *** Art in the Snow!

Will they notice if I jump up High?

Maybe I should stick to making art

And paint their faces with my slobber dye!

Or show my love, perhaps with a quiet ****

Oh Lord, my tail! my tail!  Where is it now?

Where’s Mom? Where’s Dad? I thought they were right here!

Should I stop jumping? But I don’t know  how.

Perhaps start barking? Wait, I see a deer!

For all the Love they show me every day,

I still feel ‘lone when they’re not here to play.

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Written by
matthew-morris-mccormick
59 / M / American
Published
Jun 13, 2019
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#dogs#aussies
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