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Nary a day goes by that I miss to wonder why
the moon shows his face as the day draws nigh.
In the firelight I ponder my canine's thought
as he gazes upon me from his hand-me-down cot.
I think of God and all his creations,
one being the women with her unbridled temptations.
I have searched for love with no direction,
skeletons in the closet... a fine collection.
These quandaries of mine, I'm sure to figure out.
For I know the answer lies at the bottom of this stout.
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