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What My Great Dane Digs Up He Digs Up

Paleontologist Steve called in another expert.
Where did you find this? The second scientist asked me.
My heart was beating furiously. 
Back yard I told him.

How far down?
Of course I cannot be certain,
for when the Great Dane digs, the Great Dane digs.
I was wishing Yellow Fellow was here to take care of this.
But since he does not drive or speak to strangers, here I am.

My dog dug it up.
Joe looked at Steve and said “You are correct. This is amazing.”
He looked at me. “I believe this is a Stegosaurus bone, he said.
Can we get you to sign a release and send it to our lab?”
“You can have it,” I said.

They called me a week later to ask permission to dig up the rest
of my yard. I told them “no,” for Yellow Fellow had already been
doing that and there were no more bones. Also I wanted my bone back.

I had been building my Stegosaurus model in the garage you see,
and I was short one bone. 

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Date: 1/13/2019 4:13:00 PM
Hmm, you'd think a paleontologist expert would recognize a fake bone (but maybe I'm overthinking this!)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/14/2019 7:58:00 AM
Michelle, calm down. We are not rocket scientists here. Or college professors. Come on, now, for the sake of the poem, you know this was okay. Right? It actually won the gold medal on another poetry sight. Thank Gawd they are not thinkers!