in Marylebone i made friends with a lurcher
in rooms lined with books we followed each other around
in Parson Green i hung out with a dachshund
permanently cross she is
with cloche hat, coat and boots on
in Shepherds Bush, the terrier resides
she sleeps with you sometimes,
all love and bright eyes
Parker, my heart dog still waits over in Spain
courage Parks, not long now,
we'll cross paws again
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