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May 29
The mangy lab
and the golden retriever
sat waiting
as if asking – which would I choose?
Which was no choice at all.

Both belong to me
and both would follow me
at heel.
One to dog my steps
and one to push his head
under my empty hand
to let me know I have a friend.
'black dog' is a well used picture of depression, but I'm trying to learn fresh analogies that avoid using colour or age or gender to erroneously epitomize a characteristic.   Does mangy conjure up enough of a picture for you?
Steve Page
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Steve Page  57/M/London, U.K.
(57/M/London, U.K.)   
     V, Fawn and BR Dragos
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