My Therapy Dog and Me
Meant for each other
Anxiety evaporates in the air between us
The atmosphere is magenta
The clouds are maroon
Who can sing as well as either
Of us in tune? That is a therapy dog
For you In synch with the slightest move
The tingle-tangle he hears like a siren
We run and hide in the closet
We are ready for all time
Apocalypse we fear but together
Wrapped in paws and arms
We perish and survive.
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