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Struggle is a juggle when you lose sight of what you are seeking Struggle is a juggle when hearts are pounding Struggle is a juggle when the carts are leaving Struggle is a juggle when you really don't know why things are happening It's like you did something real wrong Or you plucked the wrong string in your guitar and picked the wrong song Struggle is a juggle when you cry and someone asks why you don't try Struggle is a juggle when you look at everyone else and find them smiling Struggle is a juggle when you are alone It's like you are always finding an excuse to be all by yourself Or you talk to people who are not even there but you desperately just want them Struggle is a boat that sinks  Struggle is a fart that stinks Struggle is a tornado with no one but a broken tree that survived Struggle is a wave that doesn't wait for shells to just float on the surface Struggle is the pen that leaks ink Struggle is the den that is darker than minds can think Struggle is ...

Dogs

Dogs greet,
everytime,
they meet,
they meet,
everytime,
like the first time,

pushing their,
wet nose against you,
to play,
everytime an urge to,
rush and stay..

while sleeping,
when aproached,
their tail,
would still keep dancing,
while digging their,
sniffs onto their toys,
they come to you,
all jumpy and pouncing,
with eyes seeking,
approvals...

They keep you protected,
in a manner like,
no one else,
they check if you are okay,
and follow you,
to a cave or,
a shabby mess..

They make requests,
which even though,
hit rejects,
doesn't end up,
reflecting stature,
rubbing themselves,
all over you,
they sit alongside,
as if they are,
always ready for the ride,
whenever...

If it's late,
They wait,
If it's hate,
They relate,
If it's tears,
They seek to distract..
Trust me,
At some point they do,
Have the power to read your mind..

They come to check,
On you at night,
They always acknowledge,
That you are right,
Your daughter just adores it's presence,
Even though more often they fight..
And while you walk ahead,
You will always find them behind..

I can go on and on..
But his toy is squeaking on my lap,
While his tail is wagging like a windy snap,
So while I storm out,
With 4 feet's running right after,
Share your abode with an animal and thank me later...


*Dedicated to our furry friend Brownie, who came and became a part of our world on 8/28/2022.



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