I like to stand outside in the winter night, a glass of gin in my hand, and watch the sky go by above me, half moon a white lemon with its companion star, the star two stars, then one if I concentrate while the clouds veil and unveil it all, and my focus shifts between […]
When, exiled for my wholly normal acts, I all alone injustice ponder long, And howl and chew my master’s artifacts, And look quite guilty though I’ve done no wrong, Wishing I might like Lassie be admired, Long-legged like him, like him with flowing coat, Desiring this dog’s tags, all unexpired, Repelled by all on which
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I think that I shall never pee On something better than a tree. A tree whose hungry bark awaits Each message from my canine mates; A tree whose bark is never full, But always waits, dependable; A tree that may the year ’round bear A thousand greetings I’ve left there, And news of foe and
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So much depends upon the first green grass of summer imbued with something disgusting in which to roll and roll and roll.
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When I was but a puppy A grizzled elder said, “If pretty puppesses you chase You’ll find you’re better dead; Enjoy them from a distance, Keep them a sight to see.” But I was but a puppy, No use to talk to me. When I was still a puppy That same old dog advised, “if
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It little profits that an idle pooch, on this old porch, on such a paltry street, Wifeless and alone, I but dispense Reproof and caution to mere passers by, That, deafened by their earbuds, pay no mind. This idleness offends my soul: Slurp Every final drop I will from out life’s bowl; Each day I’ve
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