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for Hayden Carruth
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
It doesn't matter.
We did, and he mostly lay in the corner.
As for the extra legs,
One got used to them quickly
And thought of other things.
Like, what a cold, dark night
To be out at the fair.
Then the keeper threw a stick
And the dog went after it
On four legs, the other two flapping behind,
Which made one girl shriek with laughter.
She was drunk and so was the man
Who kept kissing her neck.
The dog got the stick and looked back at us.
And that was the whole show.
Charles Simic
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Read poems about / on: dog, laughter, girl, dark, night, kiss
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Comments about this poem (Country Fair
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Charles Simic
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Erhard Hans Josef Lang (4/19/2008 8:36:00 PM)
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...a late-comer effect, though as nostalgically painful, from the day, when the first automatical weaving stools were taken into use on April 19,1805? ?
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