My hound has eaten the wood ends
Of the vintage designed coffee table
Because she has witnessed the others
Chewing on as ruining kitchen chairs
She has lost all reserve hollering
The others wear no bark collars
Anarchy reins supreme by family
Coming and going in own skeins
I have the honor of assisting
When arms want to overturn
Chaos, dirt, and mess by strength’s
Redetermination that I can’t access
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