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My Dog

Sometimes I wish I could be my dog.

Sleeping on a pedestal and

Bathing in the rich sunlight.

Only worrying about the mail carrier.

Getting unconditional love from

Old and new faces.

Even if she stains bleach white carpets,

Or breaks everything in sight.

She is always forgiven with a smile.

Why do humans treat dogs with more

Compassion than each other?

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dorothy
22 / F / American
Published
Jun 19, 2013
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