I just made a poem about my dead husky from a poem generator The Ripped And Interesting Chew Toy
A Poem by Oui Oui Baguette
Whose chew toy is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her chew toy a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The chew toy is ripped, interesting and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

Nadia is doing research on some aspects of art in japan and china. nadia complete a sentence describing a characteristic of zen buddhist art. zen buddhism is better known ; “calligraphy, ceramics, or domes? ” “and pottery, towers, or ink ” rather than sculptures.

The protects the ear, collects sounds, and channels them to the middle ear a middle ear b ear drum' c front ear d outer ear

Up un pics vviru 15 ul luciuiuc pily! june and sylvio speak to mr. teller in the driveway of their farmhouse. it is raining hard, and they all carry umbrellas. a dog sits on the steps of the house. june: we didn't think you'd be coming back for the puppy. mr. teller: i said i would when i dropped the puppy off. it's raining at june and sylvio's farmhouse. mr. teller islae owner of lucy, the puppy. mr. teller wants his dog, lucy, back. lucy was a puppy at first but is now a dog. sylvio: yes, but that was months ago. we thought you'd be back for the puppy in a couple days. now she's a full-grown dog. we have raised her ourselves, we built her her own doghouse, and we love her. mr. teller: but she's my dog. i only dropped her off at your house for safekeeping since i had to go out of town on business. now i'm back and i want my dog back. sylvio: i don't know, mr. teller. we love lucy like our own. we want to keep her. mark this and return save and exit next submit exit session