Running like a pack in the Moonlight,
Eating in the Dens of our choice
and Howling like the streets and the nights were ours
…at sunrise….a sheepish return – to the doghouse
from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
Running like a pack in the Moonlight,
Eating in the Dens of our choice
and Howling like the streets and the nights were ours
…at sunrise….a sheepish return – to the doghouse
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