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My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
The construction of a woman:
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
It's in the heart of the grape
where that smile lies.
It's in the good-bye-bow in the hair
where that smile lies.
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
All day, day after day, they're bringing them home,
they're picking them up, those they can find, and bringing them home,
they're bringing them in, piled on the hulls of Grants, in
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
daughter filed her nails, his son went out for the
night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol
COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
The wild waves whist,--
The red skies engulf the bay under
Whilst silence sweeps the current away
Islands, harbor, creeks, rocks and sholes
Soundings and anchoring
Had Rumbling Bowles
That thundered in the night.
It shook the bedrooms all around
The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.
Two dogs meet on the street
Who are happier? The dogs or their
masters? The dogs look much
more excited for sure, but their owners
No eyelashes can ever prevent the tears
no mind can ever forget the horror;
no eyes shall ever look pitilessly
no heart will ever withdraw from melancholy;
We're not the pretty dogs.
The preened, puffed and witty dogs.
We're not the privileged elite.
We are the gritty dogs,
If men were dogs
Indeed you'd be at peace and free
Be sure of true loyal friends
And a world missing of heartbreak or grief
The dogs are coming
The dogs are coming
But don't nothing but
They were always man's best friend
And love you unconditionally until the end
When we went to war in both World Wars
Dogs went with us to help and more
city dogs that live in penthouse apartments houses
are very different to town country dogs that roam
and even more different to farm dogs that work
dogs behaviour varies with circumstances
Dogs and owners! !
Walking around with them.
I am an animal lover, I love all animals because they had been on the
earth before humans came.
Willie told his parents that he was moving back home.
He brought his girlfriend and two large dogs with him.
His dogs pissed and crapped all over the house.
He and his girlfriend watched television and smoked dope every day.
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