Just a poem I wrote during my freshman year of high school. I was extremely bored in English since I was already done with my class assignments and such.
There is a dog named It.
When It was a pup,
You can tell It to sit.
But It would stand up.
The dog's name is It.
He may be too hairy.
But he is full of wit.
Can even steal a berry.
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