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Lying there
Nose at the bottom
Of the door
I wonder what he smells
The grass
Or the bush that was just trimmed
Or the neighbor's Jack Russell
After all, they are good friends
Dog park stories and
Funny expressions
Times when his tennis ball
Was the only thing in the world
His goal to catch it
Bring it back
He would do that for a week straight
If he could
Maybe he's sad that I had to trim his fur
Because now his tail
Just isn't as fluffy
Being a golden retriever
Is tough
Volcanic hills are blood red
With memories
Of water
Atmosphere gone
Polar shift, done
Magnetic aesthetic
As pleasing

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