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  • Gary Hunter

I Have to Ask - Sept. 4, 2020

she sits

as I stroke her head

both ears and the face surrender

I pull my hand back

and form a question

with my eyes

she sneaks a peek

and the tail starts going

stronger and stronger

really pounding the floor

enunciating every syllable

as I think it

How do you love so much?


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