Dog End
The pup is tired now
Sleeping like a baby
Looking Innocent
Dreaming of her days victories
Her head inside a slipper
Biting the hand that fed
Beating up an hobnail boot
Chasing the mop that was chasing her mess
One hundred unsaid things
One hundred unsaid wins
Tomorrow is another day
It all begins again
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