And you know as sure as hell that your
black dog ain’t gonna let you be.
Howling outside your window
scratching at the door
impatient to be let in.
That hound can smell fear,
it’s drawn to it.
So let it in, let it come close,
then slap the lead on it.
If that black dog’s gonna follow me
the least it can do, is learn to
walk to heel.
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It’s about time these black dogs were shown a little discipline!
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Indeed
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A great poem, Richard. Is your muse your black dog? It reminds me of mine.
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It can be if I let it
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Great words…and true x
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