We’ve got the sun to warm the morning We’ve got the moon to light the night We’ve got cans of chicken livers When we need a little bite We’ve got baskets full of chew toys To help the time elapse What ain’t we got? We aint’ got naps. We get dragged off to the dog […]
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Whose lawn this is I neither know Nor care, for from his bungalow He will not see me stooping here To decorate new-fallen snow. His window glowing blue, I fear, Means he will only see and hear Recordings from some distant site, Nothing alive and nothing near. Within his cave of flickering light On this
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Falling and falling from the once living trees, Green leaves gone ocher, then gone brown; Life’s coming down and soon will come to naught; Death and dismemberment at every turn, The wind brings cold and makes day dark as night And every living thing succumbs to it; I, myself, am tempted to give in To
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How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love you as I love the wind that blows My ears and combs them, as I love to doze, And as I hate the fleas that burrow and graze And roam my belly hairs until they craze Me. But soft, a song of love
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Take up the Black Dog’s burden – No need for Best of Breed – One black dog or another Is good for such slight deed; To wait for leash and collar Patient by the door – Until the so-called Master Gets what you’re waiting for. Take up the Black Dog’s burden – To let your
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So, we’ll go no more a howling At the stars or at the moon, Though the cats are still out prowling, And the night be bright as noon, For the chase wears down the claws, And the greatest acrobats By time are given pause In their pursuit of cats. Though the night was made for
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