The dog fell down upon its breast.
Her hind legs did a sprightly jig.
She's only seventeen at best;
I fear she'll never grow as big
as personality of hers once loomed.
You will forgive, I hope, the term
of -ality and personhood,
Please be assured: hers
is well-earned.
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