“Do you know what love is?”
I asked my dog, and she didn’t seem
to have an answer.
She just buried her face in a blanket
and moaned.
So I asked my other dog,
“Do you know what love is?”
And she jumped up and down,
running circles around the room,
smiling and wagging her tail back and forth.
She is happy
and therefore oblivious to love
obviously.
“Do you know what love is?”
I asked our other dog.
He’s really old and waddles from his bed
to his food from his bed to his food.
He growled at me
for being so fanciful.
“When you get this old
you just don’t think about such things,” he said.
And they moaned and danced and lied
and smiled and jumped and cried but in the end
it didn’t matter.
Everybody is alive
and then everybody dies.
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Submission Name: Everybody Loves
