across the pavement fast legs a head up toward the world
trying to see if there is any love still in this world
inquisitive and tender
like a doctor
fleabound and tick infested
abandoned one sad afternoon
because this world doesn't want you
but I do
Prancing across the road island
It's still all ours
dangers of the traffic
delinquents and other wild dogs
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