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Her kid was running around everywhere. Wild eyed, wild haired and as of yet untamed by society he goes up and down the pews. Right down the centre shaking some toy, I don’t know what exactly. I’ve seen this kid around before, just around town, sometimes with his mum. She would hold him up and…
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Listless, I stared down a muddy and pothole filled road. It was unapologetic about its potholes, its rocks, its dirt and clay. It demanded your attention while even walking, lest it remind you not to pay attention to it. It was miserable and Fall so the road went all the way to nowhere and all…
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Hello my little princess! How have you been? Oh yes I do agree, it is much too hot for the winter coat now. What colour is your summer coat? Oh brown, I see it now. It looks good on you my love. Whats that? You want to sit for a while? Of course, I will…
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A much smarter man then I am wondered why is that looking into a dog eyes reveals the wisdom of ten-thousand men. He didn’t know. There is no way that I could possibly reveal the answer either. There is one dog that lives near my house. Maybe he has a house, maybe he doesn’t. I…
Flea Dog 