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oh, those dog roses ( sesor god esoht ,ho )

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let slip the namesakes
thorns but no paws

sleep between the wars
sweeter than a canon

balls is all this morning
bollocks is the bollocks

dozing in the garden
as the catnip purrs

her of the whiskered
whispering witchcraft

watches with cobnuts
so summer’s mutts

gleam between sunbeams
shining like sirius

barking in hedgerows
up the prickled hawthorn
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