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My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
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.
Down behind the dustbin
I met a dog called Ted.
‘Leave me alone,’ he says,
‘I’m just going to bed.’
Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Mother doesn't want a dog.
Mother says they smell,
And never sit when you say sit,
Or even when you yell.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.
Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal--the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense
that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
drawings on the wall above a bench of tools.
Your ears are ringing with the sound of
The unknown bird sits on his usual branch.
The little dog next door barks in his sleep
inquiringly, just once.
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
The hunchback in the park
A solitary mister
Propped between trees and water
From the opening of the garden lock
I’M travellin’ down the Castlereagh, and I’m a station hand,
I’m handy with the ropin’ pole, I’m handy with the brand,
And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing the axe all day,
But there’s no demand for a station-hand along the Castlereagh. +
The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I've also found, by actual test,
For years we've had a little dog,
Last year we acquired a big dog;
He wasn't big when we got him,
He was littler than the dog we had.
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
(Stage Opens) .
(Dog can't keep his cool. He Barks) .
Dog Your Speed as well as Intelligence is a subject to Laughter. Please speed up and move a bit faster.
Despised man, black dog
Operating by night, barking mad
Going to and fro, lying doggo
Sick as a dog, barking up the wrong tree
Tired of working like a dog
Or living a dog's life; dog it
Pull yourself out of the doghouse
For sale: chihuahua. Great guard dog.
"All dogs are good."
Well, that's false.
Bad dogs can bite innocent people.
Baby I've got to
Let my dog out
Of his dog house
My dog ready to
To me god is just dog spelled backwards, in my eyes I'm not religious but I consider my self as an agnostic. If god (spelled backwards) is really all that great then why can't we be who we are (without the consequences) . If god (spelled backwards) really exists and really loves us then shouldn't we support he support us in any thing we decide to do. If god (spelled backwards) is so great then can he create a mountain that he cannot pick up? This is why (to me) god is just dog spelled backwards. Some people think of a dog as smelly and un deserving of love. I think god (spelled backwards) is like that. But don't judge me for this, remember this is America and I can believe in what I choose. Most people consider a dog as man's best friend. Lets hope that dog (spelled backwards) doesn't catch rabies.
A young dog met an old dog at a barbecue one day
The young dog licked the old dog's face and together they did play.
The young dog every now and then wanted to play a little fetch…
The sense of fear is human made
Unless otherwise, firm panic is self-made
To the same item, some are a fright
And others are bold and stand delighted
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