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Feb 2019
My overweight little old dog

Nudges my cheeks

Out of sleep

Waking me

In a way Telling me

He's about to **** the house!

Quickly now I take him out

To the Front patch of lawn

Now frigging covered in freezing snow

The early morning storm, winter-silent

The sky thick-grey with flurrying

Falling snow

****! It's really coming down

Hard

To believe, almost apocalyptic

Snow in Sin City!

Someone tell Trump this is "Global Warming”

A desert dressed in glowing snow.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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