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Posted by on Jan 5, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments

A POEM WITH DOGS

A POEM WITH DOGS

Every Day

Someone flies
And someone crawls
Through the parking lot
Of a shopping mall
Or over that spot
And no one dies
Of this though everyone
Writes on the wall and lies
On a cot out in the sun
Exposed to the rot
And plays with their balls
Alone, hot
With doll’s eyes
Dogs in disguise
Dogs on the run

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