Sunday, December 19, 2021

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The dog curls up on her bed
Stays there, nose to tail amid her blankets
That are still rucked up from where she left them
In haste at my bidding
So that she could go away
And I envy the hound
Not least because she cannot speak

Don't forget: I'll be transferring fully over to Elliott RWI after the end of the year! Please follow me there!

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