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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

DOG MORNING 

Brutus

my dog
threw up in the middle
of the night
a bone
he’d chewed in two
and then swallowed
the two pieces
without any further
chewing.

That didn’t wake me up
however.

What did wake me up
was him making great
slurping noises
while chewing
on said bone some more
the one he’d thrown
up.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 06:15
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