She swished her tail, lank and lean
Strung me along on a lead
No dog I to be treated mean.
Treated like a mongrel breed…
My senses ran above bare ankles
Purring likes a cat - I longed
To play once more with, round baubles
Have her sit in my lap - pronged.
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