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I present an A-to-Z list (excluding X) of five-letter words that end in T.  To qualify for my prestigious list, no word may duplicate the last three letters of any other word in the list.  As a challenge to your mental dexterity, I leave the five-letter B, I, N and W words for you, devoted reader.

The first to post their answers will be this week’s Winner of the Internet.  Have fun!

B • • • T
I • • • T
N • • • T
W • • • T

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Never Had a Dog

Never had a dog
(never wanted a dog
as you will see)
but that is not to say
that dogs did not have me.

A very early memory
I must have been three or four
I was laying flat on the sidewalk
in front of Susie McKee’s place
my shoulders pinned down
by the huge dog
its big black muzzle
ready to bite my face

The older kids, all standing around
as I screamed, terrified…
why weren’t they rescuing me?

I obviously survived
as this memory attests.
So whoever you were
and whoever your big dog was
you’re all forgiven
none of you knew what to do
and your big dog too

A few years later, I met Barney
the dark and stormy
cocker spaniel
He lived across the street
and barked at me relentlessly
and chased my bicycle
and every other kid’s bicycle
and all the passing cars
until one day he was run over
and I was relieved.

Of course I grew up
and coped with dogs
and avoided dogs
and even petted dogs
and spoke to them
so patronizingly.

I pretended to like them
always trying to figure out
how to forge some uneasy truce
before there could be
any misunderstandings
because you never know.

For every nine houses on the block
four have dogs and five do not
and those who do
are likely to have two.
Furious furry forces of nature
waiting for you
when you knock at the door
programmed to pounce
ready to chew.

Sure, the pup who claws
its way to your heart
is just a cute ball
of muscular fuzz
with four paws
and two jaws
but he doesn’t bite
he never does
says the owner
holding the leash tight.

Here I must pen
the inevitable end
of this poetical blog:
you and I may be friends
but my hand does not extend
to your obnoxious dog.

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I. (by Gregory)

the lava of my soul ignites
the path of my passions
i watch as the world erupts
in blameless incomprehsion
as i cast off the shackles
of my solitude


II. (by Amil)

Which shall it be?  Shall it be
breadcrusts today?
(The people say no.)
Oh no?  Then shall it be
muffins today?
(The people again say no.)
Oh no?  Then it must be
cake today.
That is your choice.
You have chosen cake.
(The people eat cake.)
Who decides which it shall be?
Is it you?  No, it is me.


III. (by Sophia)

I cast a longing glance
   at your figure, standing
      by the door
The grain of the oak
   matches the texture
      of your jacket
Will you leave the room
   or will you turn away
      from that wooden grave
         and walk to me


IV. (by Jayden)

O wretched snake! O slithery eel!
Be still and do not curl your tail!
Be kind and do not eat your meal!
Starve yourselves, we say, so that
we may enjoy the beauty of this day.


X. (by Rylee)

We went for a ride in your car
We didn’t go very far
It was just down the block
It was about four-o-clock
Your car seats were cold
And they were also very old
You know what happened next
I sent all my friends a text
You can see yourself on Facebook
And see just how you looked
When you got denied
On our little ride.
We can still be friends
but that shit got to end.


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