By: Ardis E. Parshall - December 05, 2013 Casper By L. Mitchell Thornton A little black dog with a wistful eyeStood in the gutter as I went by;And he wagged his tail in a friendly way.But I told myself that I would not stayTo get a puppy, who chanced to seeA gullible passerby in me. I walked a block, but I couldn’t findA single thing I could keep in mindExcept the look in a wistful eyeAnd a tail that wagged, as I hastened by;And all th...
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