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The pavement neath
my pad pawed feet
is sometimes rough
(they seldom sweep)
I tour my little concrete Fief
with a boy on a chain
dragged off his feet.
I sniff and check
each rock and tree
to find which dogs
have stopped to pee.
I roll a growl deep
in my throat
if I see rivals here about.
If perchance, Fifi I meet
I wag my tail and act real sweet.
She's French you know,
and, when in heat,
worlds can collide
and blend tout suite.
(John F McCullagh)

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Subject	2.9 × 1 cm, Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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