An Ode To Dog Ears
In times of utmost vulnerability,
When a choice has to be made;
alas, a long queue,
The folded corner of a sheet,
dog ear, they say,
Fortunately, comes to rescue.
Inconvenience, without a doubt,
A struggle, perhaps, for the paper
doesn't speak, and infliction of ink,
a catastrophe.
Then how, if at all, anything of an
Utmost importance, be accentuated,
For the methods are few,
The folded corner of a sheet,
dog ear, they say,
Fortunately, comes to rescue.
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