Polka with me, Mastiff
He's a big dog
tall dog
brown dog
likes to run around dog...
the yard
the street
the drain
as he swirls
down down down
and he just wont dance
wont pick up his paws
to meet my knees
though he'll chew
and he'll speak
and he'll roll
with the punch
drunk dog
Good Dog.
poem by John W. McEwers
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