Clean Whiskey In A Dirty Glass
Friday, July 4, 2014
Black Dog
I run with a big black dog
Lost in his shadow most times
Ever present
Though he lays down
And slumbers
To allow the radiant sun
Brilliant heat
Embracing light
Shine on my face
Sometimes
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