Dogs in winter
wince in sound
grimace in hunger
with fists to the ground.
Dogs in summer
whip and scream
glare in paralisis
too tough to be seen.
Dogs in anger
with white hot dreams
want to be able
to make junkyard teams.
February 26th, 2006 § 0 comments
Dogs in winter
wince in sound
grimace in hunger
with fists to the ground.
Dogs in summer
whip and scream
glare in paralisis
too tough to be seen.
Dogs in anger
with white hot dreams
want to be able
to make junkyard teams.
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