Hidden, flowing, torturing
thee beauty of nature’s parks
quietly destroying,
to all extremes annoying..
Not the running, fetching
or even the barking….
It’s the wet etching
piles of Inu no tawagoto…
The starry eyed, blind souls,
gloved, plastic bags
those, whom, lov to scooping it up
this we quietly know,
capture their embarrassing innocents
in a time, lasting photo…
L’amour collecte Dogshit
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