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The Worst Weekend Ever – A Poem by B

I was very busy this weekend and a certain four-legged member of my family feels that I didn’t spend enough time with him. 

This was the worst weekend ever.

Rachel and I didn’t spend any time together.

She crafted all day.

And at night, Ruger got in the way.

He sleeps on the bed

and sometimes lays on my head.

But now what’s even worse is

he calls the spot under the covers his!

I can’t stand it anymore.

I miss the way it was before.

When Rachel and I were always together.

That was the best weekend ever.

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