Parading

You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look

of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite
of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite
of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite
every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,
every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,
you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love, —Barbara Ras
you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,
—Barbara Ras

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