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a short poem, a realization really, about dogs |
| To live like a dog, no attachment, no cares, conscious of only that scent. Eating when hungry, and resting when weary, a dog lives from that moment to that. No need for patience, the world is too neat, run, run again, now sitting. But goddamnit man, I did it again, I stepped where your dog keeps on shitting. |