A Loyal Dog
There once was a loyal dog,
who was golden- and loved his master.
His master threw a ball in the road,
and he thought, "I'll just run a bit faster".
But then came a car, out of the corner of his eyes,
before he faded away- "At least I caught the ball."
he said, but he should have learned to stay.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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