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Footnote: Seventies Summer In The Backyards
Warm breezes bring the
stench of fresh dog poop on this
street, the town's edge. We---
later---can gaze upon the
night's full compliment of stars.
Kyakuchuu
Warm breezes bring the
stench of fresh dog poop on this
street, the town's edge. We---
later---can gaze upon the
night's full compliment of stars.
Kyakuchuu
I can still smell the dog doo
I can still smell the dog doo now--oh wait, my dog just expelled some gas.
I understand that, as my
I understand that, as my dog's recent fart, a few mpments ago, inspired the thoughts that became this poem.
Starward