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Worry sneaks up on you
at the last second and then
panic
him panting and it's not hot
he's scared, too
so you sit down and cry for a spell
tumbling the oak leaf through your fingers
bright blue sky is gone forever
and now you'll die there
so you hug the old boy
and he slumps at your side
with a wet chest on your knee
you don't want to die like this
he licks your tears
from your dirty red cheek
and you beg him to get up
and walk towards home but he stays
quiet
he is your rock
and you lean heavy on him
and cry and cry and cry
and cry and he knows
something is not right
so he barks
but he never barks he never
sounds like a foghorn in the dusk
but he does now and you hear
the echo
bounce through a patch of thistles
and you see for the very first time
that you have always hated those green bastards
they hurt like hell
you curse them for past pains
and you stand up
brush the dirt from your lap
and go around the thistle patch
and it all comes roaring back
the old boy is smiling now
through a row of white biters
his tongue wags like a waving hand
and now you're walking home
pretending like you were never lost
you were just
tired!.
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