Warning! Civilians clear the area. Poetry impending.
Dog Day Mornin’
Nuthin’ sadder than a dog behind a rolled up window
yearnin’ for head-out-the window
flap eared, jowl shakin’,
spit splatterin’, shiny bug-eyed glee.
In a basement dungeon on a Glory-be mornin’
Feelin’ like that forlorn pup.
—Patrick Murfin
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