Fart-shadows, smells of sawdust and biscuit crumb.
Her guileless doggyness stupefies me:
Curled up like a croissant, contented she sleeps
Though mental music rattles the glass.
How does she achieve such complete peace
This Zen master, this life of furry ease
Show me how you do it, doggy. Show me, please!
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