For the Weekly Poetry Challenge
When the squirrels start playing outside My dog rushes to the door barking and whining. Memphis, an 80-pound big, brown bulk Really believes he can catch a squirrel. Once the door is open, he races to the fence Pacing back and forth with his head raised While all the squirrels are laughing.
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