Dog Path

Dog Path

Often when’st I vacillate, I waver indecisively
I brought my Mom a hockey skate, she said that it was nice of me

Often Daddy’s monologue, is merely a soliloquy
I lost my marbles in the fog, and so he lent his spare to me

Whenever Sister pays me back, she offers up some recompense
She borrowed Brother’s hackey sack, but now we haven’t seen her since

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