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About This Author
The majority of my writing has a twist (or multiple twists) and much of it is philosophical, mysterious, supernatural, or some combination of the aforementioned. My dream job would be writing for a television series, while simultaneously working on a movie screenplay!
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  Just a little mop of fur, Left abandoned by the road, All alone, he'd die for sure, I was thinking as I slowed. He jumped up onto my lap, Raining kisses on my face. Then he curled up for a nap, Acting like he owned the place. Back at home, he sniffed around, Laying claim to all he saw. Then he finally settled down With my shoe beneath his paw. I called him "cute little shit" As I reclaimed my shoe. The Loner and The Misfit, Now a family of two. I would have to pick a name, Something fitting for a mutt. I played it like a game - "Rover, Fido, Skip, Peanut." He ignored me as I spoke, Which was not a big surprise. But the names turned into jokes As I tried them on for size. "Bilbo, Shrek, Hulk, Seinfeld, Spock." He responded with a yawn. "Hamlet, Rocky, Einstein, Doc." He was even more withdrawn. I was looking for a sign And was not prepared to quit. Sad brown eyes stared into mine. "What's your problem, Little Shit?" He reacted with a bark And his tail began to wag. Just a casual remark Gave a name to my fleabag. |
