#47 Later and Dog Speaks  by Marilyn McIntyre  #47 later I'm still that shy little big girl able body frowning face a voice that dooms to speak golden-haired with a mean left not much has changed i still put my trousers on one leg at a time but backwards.     Dog Speaks a dog rushed up to me in the park today he spoke as he up, and straddled my chest squeezing my heart "Speak your truth     With good intention.         That,,, is All..." I strode on with heart held high head beating fast and stepped full     on, into,         His message.

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