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Jun 2010
outside
Steven sits on his
swing set
wondering
wondering
he calls to his dog Juicer
but he doesn't answer
only the wind
in the old pepper tree
makes a requiem of
filth
for that
filthy dog

dog

But isn't dog
mans
best
fiend?
Written by
Edgar Kraltzcsh
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