Dog-eared


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The dogs are forever taking a route I don’t want them to.  Wind blown, caustic and harsh on the skin…basic, barren stretches of land.

Yet, in moments with grace, I think ‘who is the biggest fool?‘  After all, they aren’t hurting anyone…Doing what they want to do.’

Stretching thoughts over chapped skin…I…

‘Applaud the infidel trudging about in two feet of crusted snow.  The ancient one frolicking about when it is 20 below…

Applaud the, dog-eared, dissident, with the heart to go…Where others dare not go!’

 

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