Stretched out and sleeping sound,
If animals can cure anxiety,
The doctor is in town,
There is no other moment in this one,
No decisions you made,
That haunt you when you stop to think of them,
When these paws rest in your armpit this way,
The flesh and bone and sinew are all there,
Why not a soul as well?
Unless you know something that I do not,
Then please, dear one, do tell.
You know what? Don't,
This puppy just arose,
Now it is pooping on its diaper pad,
No, wait, it's not e'en going to be close!
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