(Chomping ) Dog Daze of June

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For Fun, photography, Poetry

Four hours past midnight

I wake for the day, think

it cute my pup curled

                                                          upon my husband’s dirty flannel

                                                            shirt. When I hear the chomp!

                                                               chomp! I think nothing of

                                                                                                                                  a malady until I cram

                                                                                                                            washing machine full of

                                                                                                                                     buttonless clothes.

 

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