As a chair
Straight as
A fence
Turned to the shaded
Part of the room
Thrill at knowing there
Is another on the other
Side of the wall
Whose dog is kissing his lips
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As a chair
Straight as
A fence
Turned to the shaded
Part of the room
Thrill at knowing there
Is another on the other
Side of the wall
Whose dog is kissing his lips
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