Pet Poems, First Dog, Blake
No matter, of course, how many times I asked,
The answer came, “No!” Thus,
At age 9, at the start of summer, I searched
Our not especially well-kept house and yard
For every scrap and plank of wood
I could find, with a borrowing of dad’s
Hammer, nails, and, then carrying it all
Behind our house,...
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