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puppy love
we gave the dog fleas
education of sorts
some would say revenge
how many pelts this night of ice?
fell through chases of air
tossed the bone a truth
whose leg lift?
could be considered language
bow was wow once
let’s not forget pointing
consider the undercarriage
buried a breakfast territory!
high frequencies
storm agitation
planted a tree
up which to bark
stuck out like whose balls?
hot on which heels?
made further mongrel attributions
and follow a rough track
sniff improvised
which days were those?
how tired?
you guessed!
then tummy for a rub
and bowl is blessed
blew in big ears
gave the wrong way stroke
call it dot dot dot of a thing
how shall we scrap?
chased any old tail
could be one’s very own
that’s loyal
and later walked in
what we stepped on
a special kind of do
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