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Tired but rushing Bedlam in my mind A dogs tail waves for me. Time keeps revolving I struggle to run on Randomly the dog sleeps No entertainment now I fly through my work Undisturbed the dog eats Brains over loaded Rigid rest forces me The dog chews a ball,SQUEAK Irate and envious I take what is not mine The dog sits and grins An epiphany rush I stop and re-adjust A game of fetch begins
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