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When the phone's at home I'm a dog Without his bark-collar on; Off the leash, Off the property, Snapping at gulls On the beach. I'm digging up old bones, Lifting a leg, Barking and chasing What crosses my path. Back at home I loose my dog brain; I'm tethered and yanked By a cellular line. The yelping, And begging Have me pining For the freedom of My inner canine.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
My Inner Canine
When the phone's at home I'm a dog Without his bark-collar on; Off the leash, Off the property, Snapping at gulls On the beach. I'm digging up old bones, Lifting a leg, Barking and chasing What crosses my path. Back at home I loose my dog brain; I'm tethered and yanked By a cellular line. The yelping, And begging Have me pining For the freedom of My inner canine.
francie-lynch
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
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