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 I thought  I would try my hand at Poetry.

Hoof Prints in the Sand

I decided to take a walk on the beach one warm summer day

I took my eskie with me; it’s always been this way

We walked around for hours and saw sea and land

We even saw other folks with doggies in their hand

I always walked barefoot and liked things squishing through my toes

But this time it was different, something stinky caught my nose.

I first looked around me then lifted up my feet

I was hoping for wet sand or maybe something sweet

I came to my senses and was quick to understand

When I looked down and saw the hoof prints in the sand.

                                                        Perry Mancini