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Religion

The three mutts find their way up to our bedroom
just about every night.
The two females comfortably snuggling between
the old lady and me, the male at our feet.

Five years ago I'd say you were crazy if you told me.
I'd be sleeping with three dogs or kissing, and letting
them lick my face, let alone making over them as if
they were my children.

Old age mellows you out that's for sure,
screwing with you in more ways than you could
ever imagine but on the bright side.
Sleeping with three dogs still beats finding religion.
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