I go to a community garden next to a proper French school
almost every fine day to let our little dog play
outside of our apartment where she can sniff, scratch and drool
inside a fence so I can read without too much, um,
supervision; and sometimes I exercise as she ambles about
throwing my arms and legs all akimbo
and often the kids press up to the fence to shout, "!!!,"
making me feel like a pervert
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