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The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over The Lazy Dog

The quick brown fox 
Jumps over the lazy dog.
The ‘the’ brings ’t’ & ‘h’ 
To the rare occasion 
Of an alphabet family photograph
Where the fox and the dog hold them all
As close as grammar would allow.

‘The’ fox and ‘the’ dog?

In a world where the computer
Became the iPod
And ‘okay’ became…k
How can we afford
A 3 letter article, the ‘the’
When one of them could easily
Be replaced with an ‘a’?

So I decided to give it a try.
A quick brown fox
Jumps over the lazy dog.

A quick brown fox?
Yes a fox doesn’t stay
And it’s quick at that
It’s sly not pretty
And we use brown for that
So, yes a quick brown fox
Seems quite alright.

Until you hear what it does.

It jumps over a dog
Isn’t that quite a feat?
No, it can’t just be any fox
This one is a significant fox
It is the subject of the matter
The fox that jumps over a dog
Just to get the alphabets together.

I mean how often do you hear that?

So I thought it could be ‘a’ dog.
The quick brown fox 
Jumps over a lazy dog.

Well, a lazy dog
Must be an adored pet
That’s common these days
When we get what we want
And provide it with enough
To make it ours forever.
Aha! A lazy dog seemed alright.

Until the significant fox jumps over.

A brown fox from the wild? 
That gives quite a scare!
Even we, with our claims on laziness
Spending weekends on couches
Keeping Netflix in business
Couldn’t be lazy enough
To miss the fox jump over.

This is one lazy dog
This is the lazy dog.

The fox and the dog
To whom we never gave a thought
Seem to be protagonists
Of individual stories.
That’s probably how they survived
The wrath of humankind
That keeps it all short.

And I hope I get to see
The ‘the’ before their names
Each time I read about 
The extraordinary heroic act
Of the fox and the dog
While downloading free fonts.
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