Newly Fangled Canine Host Poem by Saul McCandless

Newly Fangled Canine Host



Beginning of something, per chance I say
Not this way, but any other time
I can salvage, minutes from hours
Days into, nights of floundering
Do this but once, twice, thrice
I am consulting agent, royally
Take into and spit out, what's known
The times are upon us for stitching.

There shall be no trace
Of
My
Needs

“No more! ” said the prize-dog.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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