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all that tromping
through the gorse
has given me
a charlie-horse
I should've stayed
astride me pony
though his haunches
rather bony
had me bouncing
quite errony-
us
a sight to see...
all moany...
bus...
none out there,
way too loney
so we trod back
side by side
(he said he's glad I'd quit that ride)
and when he'd rest',
well-brushed
and fed
I took
me
achin'
jones
to 'bed
to dream of leas,
meadows
unbroken...
where words,
like love
are felt...
unspoken
and dancing,
my four legs
so spry
I'd not
step in
no more
cow's pie
'cept when my fur
was cravin' it
and then I'd happ'ly
roll in shit
a canine I was born to be...
that's been
the heart,
the soul
of
me
humans, yes...I love and know...
but, thank Dog,
it's
near
time
to
go
back to
which I've been before...
and all is fine...
nature keeps score
no write, no wrong,
no good, no evil
time to howl
with
earth's
primeval
endless call
I know that's
where
I do
belong...
as part of
that
undying
song
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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