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My Dog

By Mira L.


Coming home from dadís

The dark night with stars all around

The cars going all directions

The night sky so dark but blue

That night was Novemberís cold night

The cars so bright not as much as the stars

We are there at my momís

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.