I'm thankful for my puppy
She brings me lots of joy
And even though she tears them up
I bring her lots of toys
I'm thankful that I found her
And anyone can see
Not only did I rescue her
But Maple rescued me
I'm thankful that she's sweet and cute
And really loves to cuddle
I say let's sit inside all day
She offers her rebuttal
She makes me step outside sometimes
If only for a while
And every time we do
I can't help but crack a smile
My puppy, my protector
Although she's mostly sweet
She barks at anyone she sees
Walking down the street
I'm thankful that I found the kind of love that keeps on giving
Maple shows me what it means to find the joy in living
About the Creator
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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