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I stand here poised Like a bored gazelle about to leap Not in the Serengeti But leaning against a bin Near Frankfurt It is a wrought iron bin Of fine craftsmanship But all I can smell is **** The **** of a thousand dogs Over one hundread years Marking their patch And having no thought For this man Who would have his senses offended By their ammonia picket fence. Perhapse I will move
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
The Bored Gazelle
I stand here poised Like a bored gazelle about to leap Not in the Serengeti But leaning against a bin Near Frankfurt It is a wrought iron bin Of fine craftsmanship But all I can smell is **** The **** of a thousand dogs Over one hundread years Marking their patch And having no thought For this man Who would have his senses offended By their ammonia picket fence. Perhapse I will move
I wrote this one day when I was waiting for someone who I was going to be photographing.
#waiting#bored#boredom#dog#dogs#tedium#tedius
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maudethebear
Wales
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
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