Chad Otte


Ling Ling (Delicate One) - Poem by Chad Otte

Water turns off

The door opens

Wood floor gives her location

My wet dog appears

To me she gravitates

It's my turn now

Warmth she requires

For it's a towel she desires.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 28, 2011



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