If truth is our being watched from heaven
It must produce a little merriment there
To see this old academic who could never get enough
Shouting with all the enthusiasm his years can muster:
"Go potty! "
To the thirteen week old puppy
In a voice vastly more of supplication and
encouragement and hope
Than even the slightest hint of command.
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