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6:00 a.m.
by Elizabeth Archers

The dog wakes up and wants to go out
goes to the window to watch squirrels run the wires
scratches behind one ear, checks his butt, goes for water.
He is waiting for something to happen.
I am hiding in my room, under covers
hoping nothing will happen.
Here comes the dog.
Before he was here
I was the dog.


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