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This heat is hell on my dog.
Garret Schuelke
SourceLicence:Public domain
This heat is hell on my dog.
Three short lines, and the whole poem turns on one small word: "my." The speaker doesn't complain that the heat is hell on them. It's the dog who is suffering, and the speaker is the one watching it happen. That shift tells us a lot.
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