the dog
can spend an
hour on
chasing his
own tail in
the laundry
basket, slippery
and white
and full of
socks. it
doesn't seem
to tire him,
or bother him
that it can't
be done. it
won't be caught.
i can think
of several
parallels
for this that
relates to
my own personal
life, but
it's too
embarassing
to speak of.
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