I have a dog: eternal nuisance. Forever to be fed, watered and walked.
Grow up, I say; go to school, college, learn the law. He won't.
Forever at my heels, he says, "You bought me. Be responsible."
No, I say, and open the door. Go, defy the cowboys on the road. He does, and I, opening all doors, try to sleep until I hear a paw upon the step.
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So, is this now Friday malamute and poetry blogging?
Don't start none, won't be none.
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