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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.
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
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.
stevejeff
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
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