Poem A Day
All Poems by: Tonia M. Christle
Sunday, October 10, 1993
Abby, Our Pup
Abby
Is
Our pup
You see.
She sniffs
Around the
Backyard
Trees.
She sits
And stays
And comes
To me.
Abby.
Abby,
Our pup.
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