 Three sweet dogs Walk at eight Big fat flakes Wind, ice, drifts Snuff, scratch, sniff Grade some work Prep for class Rue the rush Oomph goes weak Roads look bleak Phone goes *ping* School is closed Dance and sing! Kiss dog’s nose Snow day, yay! Stacks of wood Load up arms Stamp off snow Strike a match Watch flames catch Slow down day Catch up time Sculpt a rhyme I’m here now Three sweet dogs My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 98: 75 words, TOTAL = 16,449; 43,551 remaining
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Lois Hottel Wood
12/10/2019 05:47:35 am
Kate, Clara. And who is Dog Number Three?? Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs. Archives
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