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The first two lines are all I can remember of this poem I wrote when I was about nine years old, during a lesson on acrostics. I’ve always wanted to miraculously find the paper I wrote it on or remember the whole thing. I have often contemplated “rewriting” the last three lines, but for some reason, leaving them blank, but for their initial letter feels more “right” to me.

Dog-like am I,
In the Outback, I live.

An original poem – please seek permission before reproducing in any way.