Dog Literature Poems

Here come April showers.
Here come the last snow flurries.
The trees are jolly and rejuvenating,
Since the weather is now cool, spring
Is here. Yes, the lilies are...

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I rise at the crack of dawn
push-ups with a weight
of ideas – rhymes with my
eggs; a slice of daily bread,
no juice, it gives me heartburn,
so...

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Moonlight shines on the lake,
The gentle ripples make it shimmer
in the eyes like slivers of silver,
Dancing on the unstill water surface.

In the chilly, late Autumn...

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Let's dwell a tiny bit  on that  skill  most hanker after,
of mastering a language that especially enthrals,
infused with magic rhythm so fervent,
pulsing...

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Don't worry DON every dog has a day,
Of course you can bite me by the way.
Note.Baad mein dekhain gay.((2222))....

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"Integrity is as Integrity does."
-- a maximist miserable
fully resigned to having Integrity

*   *   * 

I so would love to pig out...

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The expert hunter doesn't cling.
Not having a dog, he hunts with
his cat... not having a cat,
he hunts with his duck, without
duck hunting with mouse...
- mouse...?
-...

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Still water and a black dog tasting flesh in her mouth 
On a bridge as thin and fragile as a strand of hair 
Passing over...

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When man becomes
           the man's dog ...
        ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Whenever I'm up to something,
A hellhound chases me,
A gory figure with blood oozing out
The bloody dog growls and roars at me;
"I'm the one to...

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There's no such blade 
that would be sharp enough
to slice one of one's shadow.
I grab and tear mine away, though,
kneading and reshaping it 
like wet...

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I can hardly wait reading welter of books...
courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse
ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020
over roan nay bore lee volition. 

Unbeknownst how...

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Why... just yesterday
where webbed wide world troubles
     seemed so far away,
that would hove bin Monday
(October first tooth
    ...

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I'll drink to that, three sheets in the wind, the Booze cruise             ...

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