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Aug 2020
I was walking, wandering

Down a street

In a far off land

Just the other day

I walked past what i thought

Was a pet shop

I saw an animal

In a cage

In the window

And as i passed

It yapped at me excitedly

Wagging its tail

Excitedly

I walked into the shop

This distant pet shop

In a far off land

And in my head

I sang "How much is that doggy in the window?"

"The one with the waggly tail?"

And before i had finished

Singing this song

The dog had been slain

I left the shop

Lost for words

Horrified

A passing stranger

Saw my anguish

Informing me

It was no longer a pet shop

Was now a butchers

The shop owner came out

And handed me the tail

"Tourist souvenir?"
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heard on the radio yesterday (aug 17th 2020), that North Koreans have to hand over their pet dogs, for consumption, due to food shortages. after googling, i discovered that in UK it is not illegal to...eat your own pets, and that law applies to 43 states in USA, thankfully only a few reported cases.....
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Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
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