dog poem by John Hegley's dogI saw you in the park I wanted to be your friend so I tunnelled my snout up your non-barking end.xxx
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Circling round in the sulphurous smoke of society , the black death , at a wake in the castle , a contrived wake Love is too young to know what conscience is,But who knows not knows conscience is born... Posted by on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 14:31:00 GMT
