Our Puppy Dog
My father searched
both high and low
where did our black and white
puppy dog go
He searched the streets
he searched the lanes
he even found the water main
but when at last with tired feet
he climb the stairs
to go to sleep
with covers pulled
back on the bed
our little puppy dog appeared
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