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Our dog wrote a poem:
dog
he walk in
water
dog
in water walk
he walk
in river
walk he dog
he grin
he walk
in river
water
walk
he
dog
Friday, January 21, 2022
The wind respects no flags.
It will hang your favorite nation up
in branches, till it's just a tangled rag,
or wrap it around a pole for the rain to darken,
so it could be any country,
orange, red, green, or blue.
Don't kid yourself. Remember:
We're all the same to weather,
and flags fly only at the pleasure of the wind.
January 21 2022
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