{"id":27280,"date":"2016-08-14T04:18:24","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T08:18:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=27280"},"modified":"2016-08-14T04:18:24","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T08:18:24","slug":"tippy-prompt-eighteen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/tippy-prompt-eighteen\/","title":{"rendered":"Tippy &#8211; Prompt Eighteen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p id=\"docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-8820-c795-3490-da8c343e9d46\" dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Her name was Tippy, she was just a puppy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Covered in black fur, with a white T on the chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Who was there every day after school.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\">\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Something didn&#8217;t feel right one day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Hopping off the bus, I had no greeting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Trusting the lies I was fed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\">\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Until the truth had been exposed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">A little girl&#8217;s heart broke,<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">As<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Arial;font-size: 21.1200021505356px;line-height: 1.5;background-color: transparent\">\u00a0trust crumpled in the wind.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Her name was Tippy, she was just a puppy. Covered in black fur, with a white T on the chest. Who was there every day after school. Something didn&#8217;t feel right one day. Hopping off the bus, I had no greeting. 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