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Dog Days I walked around Philadelphia, happy to be lonely, waiting only for trains, a feeling of equilibrium. I must tell you, Ethel and I had pizza and beer in her parents' bed with the TV on. Yes. I read Ferlenghetti on the bus, and (I swear this is true) the park we used to call the dog park always had a dog in it. I walked past the sign: "No Dogs." That's what happens when you only go there in the summer. Winter sucked. Fall stripped the place. Now I know. |
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