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Oct 2014
My dog sat right next to me,
Moved his legs and couldn’t stop.
I assumed he had to ***
And wanted to go for a walk.

When I put on my tennis shoes,
He got up and ran towards the door.
As he did, I had Déjà vu
Of myself standing on the porch.

I saw my dog
On my laptop.
I turned the ****,
The door was locked.
The air turned on,
The lights turned off.
I rang and knocked,
He sat and watched.

… And all this time I really thought
He wanted to go for a walk.
Brandon Ezzard
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Brandon Ezzard  Atlanta, Georgia
(Atlanta, Georgia)   
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