Tame Puppy Poem by Lamar Cole

Tame Puppy

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They had been married for over 20 years.
And Penny still often put a gun to her husband's head saying,
I am just waiting for you to mess up.
Her husband was like a little tame puppy all those years.
And when she died, he stood over her casket sobbing loudly.
He sadly said, who is going to keep me from messing up now.

Monday, December 21, 2020
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