Without My DogA Poem by Amanda ReynoldsWithout 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 ReynoldsReviews
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StatsAuthorAmanda ReynoldsNew York, NYAbout50 year old female middle school English teacher (17 years in the beloved Bronx, N.Y.) who loves the arts (in all of it's forms) more..Writing
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