A dog with gray hair
Nobody likes
Some enchanted evening
When the world forgot
It couldn’t explain itself
When we remembered
There was no mystery
Rocking on a freshly glued chair
The coals need poking
A foot of snow outside
Junk mail from an urgent
Carrier where action
Is required to activate
Something dormant
Where the fine print reveals
Very little
Getting up now to pet
The mutt who cowers
Getting up to stock the fire
With more kindling
From the casket maker.
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