That Golden Dog
A Golden Dog
Up the driveway I walked.
My dog sees me while my dad talked.
She comes and pulls me.
For the driver couldn’t see.
By the diaper she pulled.
I could have been mauled.
But now the dog is gone.
I feel like all I can do is run.
But she wouldn’t want that.
So I stopped and sat.
At times I miss that dog.
In me, she isn’t a fog.
If it’s all I know.
She will know where to go.
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