Dogs of March

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These dogs bound off to lead my way

As drops of moonlight glisten still

Eagerly we dash in quest to find our day

Inner warmth finds me, each step a test of will

Patient they have been pretending sleep

Now we toil on march, dawn steals light our way

Vigilant my friends feel me need their keep

Collapsed in a pile their tongues massage my aches away

By candlelight my flowing tears reveal

New dawn, as meteors rest their zeal.

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