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THE MEDITATOR Oh what joy it seems to me Drinking an early morning tea. While watching the sun rise across the Bay Changing night into day. My Maltese, lies stretched across my knees Knows he's not here to play but me to please, But, my time to meditate just went sour Oh God – What is the hour? Not time to mediate Just to contemplate. Mistakes I've made and things I dread How fast can I get back to bed? One last thing so you don't get bit. NOLI TANGERE CANEM MEAN. MORDIt ! It is what I wrote on his tag So disregard those speedy wags. Hope I spelled that right. It means: "DON'T PAT MY DOG, HE BITES !"

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