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Footsitting

 With the people of whom he is fondest

My dog Ace has a habit immodest

After you greet

He’ll sit on your feet

To make sure that you stay the longest

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(From time to time I have an argument with the poet within me. “I want to come out,” the poet within will say. “No,” I tell him. “Stay where you are, because you’re not that good.”

(Sometimes, the poet within wins. To read all his verse, click on the logo to the left.)