Ice

He and the breathless dog
walking frozen aisles
getting bookmaker’s jaw-jaw
hood up in a hot sun
can’t see his intimate intimidations
dog knows his kinder fragrance

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3 Responses to Ice

  1. SauceBox says:

    Great stuff! You’ve got my follow. Check out my comedy blog and give it a follow if you like it

    Liked by 1 person

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