I have a wide, friendly face
Like theirs, yet I can't hang
My nose like a fractured arm
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In southern France live two old horses,
High in the foothills, not even French,
But English, retired steeplechasers
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I want to become a great night bird
Called The Zimmer, grow intricate gears
And tendons, brace my wings on updrafts,
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Amongst dogs are listeners and singers.
My big dog sang with me so purely,
puckering her ruffled lips into an O,
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Once a week
The burnt girl came peddling to our house,
Touching her sweet rolls with raisin fingers,
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