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Domiciliary Animals
If I was disposition, annually a new ring.
Of all around, a gnawing animal comforts.
A thousand crimson warriors carry a soggy
chilopoda, an anonymous affair—I am not
disposition, I am natural origins, dogs’ spirit,
dogs’ grasp—spots it, a dog cottons on.
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Gerry Thibeault
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