Woof.
Bark.
Woof.
A thousand positive comments
You see
Two thousand negative ones
I cavalierly throw away
I add them to my ignore list:
I feel so superior now!
I fee-- yes! I feel awesome!
Kindly give me meaningless praise!
I need-- I crave it! Damn it!
Woof.
Bark.
Woof.
Roll over...
Fetch, boy!
Play dead.
Please tell me what you think
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I like the way this poem sounds. Not necessarily the dog noises but the middle part- it really flows verbally and remains meaningful and poetic.
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Does this mean that if you write a bad dog poem, you will meet a girl, get married and live happily ever after?
or is it a suggestion that superiority lies in the judgment of the beholder rather than in that of the creator?
Lute is much confused and writes only cat stories for the most part, being content with Love, and understanding of devotion, which as you know cats have not got.
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Ditto
Sit boo boo sit. Good dog. -
“If I had a large amount of money I should found a hospital for those whose grip upon the world is so tenuous that they can be severely offended by words and phrases yet remain all unoffended by the injustice, violence and oppression that howls daily”
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Love that last line.
When are we getting married?
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Are you proposing? 
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