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Nov 2016
Mud
An early walk with the black dog
Can tire the beast.
And for a while
He'll sleep at my feet
And leave me be for another day.

By evening he'll awake and place
His muddy paw on my knee,
Demanding my undivided attention.
If you recognise this, know you're not alone.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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