Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Childhood Memories

I don't remember you as well as I wish I did.
You were my first pet.
Short, brown and friendly.
You'd greet me when I's get home from school.
Then one day
I walked in the house,
And figured you had forgotten to greet me.
...
That day, your friendliness drove you to your death.
I drew one last picture
And never saw you again.

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