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Jun 2022
don’t show their teeth. They walk
behind you within reach. So
quick to lend a hand. Till they
trip you as you stand. Once you're

down they sit beside you
on the ground, acting as if they
care. When they’re the ones
that put you there! Soft on

the outside you can't see
their leather hides. It's covered up
in glossy fur, diamond eyes and
overtures.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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