Art with Wrinkles
Sharing my art and poetry
Sunday, December 29, 2013
My Puppy
My Puppy
He waits each morning
Until it’s light
He left the house
Last night
Now he’s lost his place and
You can see on his face.
He hasn’t learned not to roam
And has wandered far from home.
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