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COPULATING DOGS

The season is high The night is a light Secret scent of an ovulating bitch is trickling in the midnight air The weather is fair The alpha is timed out without no obvious heir It is obviously a night to show might The power of barks and bites Endurance and grace And the alpha will have it all Stuck in the womanhood of the price Nothing would separate the alpha from the price But the last drop And that is power

BLOOM

There is beauty where there is no beauty There is hope in the hopeless There is love where there is no love felt There is everything in nothing One day the scorched valley will bloom