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I've been thinking
about my dog.
I've been thinking
that he's old.
I've been thinking
I should shoot him
because he's so old
and because he's
a dog.
But I think
my dog thinks
that's a bit
drastic.
I think that
he thinks that
he'd rather, say,
change his name
from "dimples"
to maybe "wrinkles."
Then he could
lay in the corner
with his wrinkles and
be old.
And I could
keep the gun
wrapped in oilcloth,
and throw bones.
I've been thinking,
a lot lately,
about dog bones.
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