The first words written of Dingo poem as a gift in his honor, on a hot summer day long ago, the Beast roared down country roads, hands dirty and wet gripped the wheel, with miles to travel, it was time I aimed to steal, a gift was placed in my hands
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bucket spilled over, buckets of water, shooting to kill the wind, water sloshing buckets in each hand, wobbling then crashing, cannot recall ever needing to sprint, speed would build in descent, local vets work weekdays only, the longest ride
marred horizon, fatal dehydration, white knuckles, dusty contrails, stood foot under, hydrant, dog barked, livestock merged, dog barking, horses and cows scuffed hardened earth, grassy pasture now hoof seared dirt
tires hushed, heart on two 2 feet rushed, white knuckled hand slip the lever to park, the other swept away paths tears had marked, between them rolled ingenuity thanks to Sir Goldsworthy Gurney, his legs are purple,
severity surged urgency, heading to emergency, beyond the driveway, dangerous territory, prevailing adversary, enemy to velocity, crushed clustering of calamity, tiny mounds of indemnity, usurping vehicular trajectory, beg for mercy, ditch accessory,
the dog is not mine, quickly I retrieved Dad's credit card from my wallet, please do all you can, he is still alive, uncertain if he will survive, even she couldn't find find one in sight, it took all I had not to grab the one behind her ear, pink ab
seek and find one German shorthair pointer, adrenaline drop and dehydration, water, a flat surface and air condition, not a single occupant, might as well save a trip, slid a chair near expect payment at visit, many have stood here biting their lip,
a lifetime back-row seater, if the corner's open even sweeter, we gathered arms over shoulders, wonder if Dingo heard the words spoken over his still body that day, when it came to say good-bye I wanted to do something special, this poem is about and