Dogs of the Old North End: Ziggy Cullen
Some are fed candied tongues of larks And talked to in baby prattle; Walked in carriages through flowery parks Gumming a baby rattle. Some are attended at birth by a doc And a nurse, antiseptically gowned; My birth came to all as an ugly shock. They hustled me off to the pound. For some, it’s […]
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