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Juicer

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?

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edgar-kraltzcsh

Cypriot

Published: Jun 7, 2010
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