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A Run In The Park In The Rain
we met in roundhay park,
she was walking her hound,
fettered with a muzzle, the
dog barely made a sound
that was half a life-time ago,
long defunct that labrador,
I'm the one on a short lead,
I rarely talk, let alone roar
personality's behind bars,
independence gone west,
castrated, house-trained,
where obedience is best
a daily run in the garden,
...Thursday 3rd December 2020 10:45 am
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