A pair of dogs goes round and round.
Enlightenment boots a crown.
A nation that crowns the feet
prizes its hands
concedes to the meek
a body yearns to sleep
brain says set an alarm
I say crown the feet
let the pair of dogs run round
for every blood there is a hound
a dollar profit at thousands a pound.
The tail is chased by the crown.
You don’t break up the pair of dogs.
You let the dog bite down.
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