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My NeighborI saw my neighbor today walking her dog slowly, past my house. We chatted for a moment. Her gait was slow and lopsided, deliberate and cumbersome. All gray now. She rescues dogs about to be put down Such a lovely heart. She's an original owner, like me. Moved in the same month in seventy-three. I remember when her daughter lived in a drawer, til the furniture came. She walked much faster back then. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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