Us. Again. Repose. 

The Poet’s repose,

Yawning, nose to toes,

While pup was fauning

Somewhat porcine Prose.

Grumbles and snoring,

Stretching and warming,

Heed the pup’s warning,

The Poet: “Yes, Pup?”

“Us. Again. Repose.”


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