our spoiled boys
our boys have the run of the house
an enormous dog run
their own screened in porch
and a play yard fit for ponies
appropriate since they are pony-sized-dogs
they are also air-conditioned-spoiled
the only way to get them to the yard is to go myself
I am here now, sitting in the sun
the boys are hiding under lawn furniture
seeking shade, wishing for air conditioning
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