They fly
Paws lifted from the ground
Tongues dried
By the wind
They scorch
In the sun
To cure the itch
Sleep in the ditch
And dig the hole
To uncover
Or cover
Whichever it may be
Whatever there is
And in doing so
Are rewarded
With a pat in the head
A bone
And called super
11-15-2010
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