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Sunday Morning

Sundays are my favorite
Quiet mornings with coffee in hand
Putting on socks to avoid chilly
hard wood floors
My dogs is ready to go
pawing his leash as I get ready
for a trip down to the dog park
It's cold this time of year
I bundle us both up
not caring that people say
dressing dogs is ridiculous
He's not used to the north
so fuck off
Head out into the crisp morning
frost delicately covering barren trees
and head down to the park
Just Schmo and I
 
Written by DreamingMetrist (BrandonH)
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