say it aloud....
it is no more and no less true....
legs and a tail...breath......
a behind-the-knee bump....
if I say it aloud.....
it is no more and no less true
dear snout....
more have come to meet with you
over bridges of invention......
they have been
as easily and as deeply loved....I can tell.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem