BIG HOUND
These are the sights and sounds,
big hound; licking things off my
hand. I've got a rudderless moment
coming; I'm hope I'm near to land.
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Here's the constabulary butcher-shop,
that building off to the left - maybe
they will have some bones for you
to chew on. I'm beat, and just
as famished as you are.
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