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Apr 2013
To the dog I found in the rain
You were easy to love
But hard to own

When I handed you to your owner
Her eyes red like a dying rose
I forgot to tell her I wanted
You to be mine

Now you can eat, now you can
drink out of plastic rather than tap
I imagine you next to me rather
Than this reward
Michael Chandler
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Michael Chandler  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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