Mutt Poem by Lamar Cole

Mutt



Sometimes it put him in a rut.
When the neighborhood kids use to call him mutt.
He had to find his place.
Because he was of mixed race.
But as he got older, he just didn't give a crap.
He was just glad to be alive and able to take a nap.

Monday, March 4, 2019
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