a dog pack fanned out in front of my cart,
a hearty braid of rope for each one.
huffing and jangling, we had popcorn and beer to deliver us.
sundown on the ranch, the dogs sleeping and creaking in the yard
raking fingers through my shaking wig
we've got plenty of roots to chew
i tut tut tut all round the living room
doing a dance to put me to bed
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