Animal Instincts…
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Mark Heathcote
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Swishing her tail, lank and lean
She strung me along on a lead
No dog, I to be treated mean.
Treated like a mongrel breed.
My senses ran above bare ankles.
Purring likes a cat. I longed
To play once more with round baubles.
Have her sit in my lap pronged.
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