a dog once normal; and sassy
i talk to some of my other friends
and we know what to do,
we think...
when we walk by; they talk
why are we supposed to do that
and the where with whom and why
with most of the large ones,
so suffixing and the skinny ones,
there seems to be no sides
the other males look at her....
so strange...we come when you call...
and we came with papers...
and we know not where you've been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem