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Feb 2019
They pat me on my head and feed me some food
When I run into the rain to fetch them their fruit.
Dripping on their porch, I give them their prize
Then they close their door as I remain outside.
My tail no longer wagging, "Good boy" they call me
But I am a watered melancholy watermelon collie.
What part of any of that is good?
A Psalmist
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A Psalmist  M/-In the moment
(M/-In the moment)   
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   ty, ---, Grace E and Donovan
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