When the Dogs Bite
poems by Rachel Green
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Wednesday, 7 January 2009
Dogfield, Cemetery
Tea and toast
and Gina's marmalade --
Composted zebras
Dogs enjoy
a shaft of sunshine
warming the seats
Clouds shiver
and break under
temporary thaw
Home-made swings
on a cemetery tree
projected suicides?
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