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Next dog poem: Pit Bull

Pit Bull

The coat the river borrows.

The eyes moving as a speed boat.

 You are a magnet pulling paper clips

making loose papers scatter

their chicken scratches by hand

you know the pressure of reading everyone.

The ears of the toes of dress socks

tumbling in high heat.

 The tail took the effort out of love.

 You are not shy binding every structure

to a body built as high as anyone

is willing to go to find a panting

after any chase and coming down

like this lumberjack.

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