The moon is like a penny
Shining in the
Dark pocket of the sky
Half of what you want
Like a cradled baby
Hanging
The lawn is like your mother frozen in the dew
Half of
What you
want
Knowing, always knowing
What the
world is coming to
The dog, I had to mention
Because dogs are like our angels
Or like our cousins
They always turn up, and you must expect them
At inconvenient moments
And a marriage gone wrong
Is like a dog that keeps howling
Because you know
That she/he needs feeding
Love or attention
But you can't quite bring yourself
To tear yourself
Away
From what you are doing
To respond
And so it keeps whinning
Until finally
It runs away in the night
and never comes home
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