Without My DogA Poem by Amanda ReneeWithout My Dog The water sits in the bowl, still. Unopened, useless cans of food. Hair in corners I can’t bear to clean, And probably never will. © 2023 Amanda ReneeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 10, 2023 Last Updated on April 13, 2023 AuthorAmanda ReneeNew York, NYAbout53 year old Middle School English Teacher (19 years in the beloved Bronx, N.Y.) who loves the arts (in all of it's forms) more.. |

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