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his food prohibitive
drive him to the pound
just the place if one can
be found to perform
lobotomies of soul
he should have been left
to the days of eating
tea bags cigarettes and acid
still nuzzling my thigh
he searches food
me substitute prey
but to pay you
to feed him on the sly
making sure I wasn’t looking
my dear the
reason why
until sometime this year |
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