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"Dog Years"


In a dog's life

A year is really more like seven

And all too soon a canine

Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven


It seems to me

As we make our own few circles 'round the sun

We get it backwards

And our seven years go by like one


Dog years...It's the season of the itch

Dog years...With every scratch it reappears


In the dog days

People look to Sirius

Dogs cry for the moon

But these connections are mysterious


It seems to me

While it's true that every dog will have his day

When all the bones are buried

There is barely time to go outside and play


Dog years...It's the season of the itch

Dog years...With every scratch it reappears

Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch

Dog years...With his tail between his ears


I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos

Or a span of geological time

Than be living in these dog years


In a dog's brain

A constant buzz of low level static

One sniff at the hydrant

And the answer is automatic


It seems to me

As well make our own few circles 'round the block

We've lost our senses

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