Putting the Dog Out

Apple wine and crackers

As I tied up the potted mums

That had been destroyed by the dog.

Now, relaxing in the evening–

Had my fill and then some.

Some had meant to hurt,

Putting their own pain and shame upon my head

And feeling better when they hit me

With their words; 

Or their lack of words.

Never again will I listen to the dogs bark their hatred,

Never again will I perform like a dancing bear,

Never again will you hurt us both with your

Clowning around, jolly antics, meant to have fun

That tempered and honed me even more.

And what would happen to you if you were

Hardened and razor sharp?

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