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Oct 2019
It rained a bit in the night,
forest foliage and leafless
trees with water buds did

Down the side of an Oak,
trickles of a mossy dew
pooled at the root junction,
where our dogs drank from.

Not long after, when we
exited into an adjacent
field, their woofing began, it
must have been the bark juice !
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
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