all different breeds,
different
kinds,
and one man walk by
down
the boulevard.
seven
leashes,
seven collars, seven
minds
and his,
heading towards
the park.
they seem to listen
though,
as if one
mind.
he's in control of this,
with a word,
or pull,
at least this,
if nothing else in
his life.
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