They'd slobber at the smallest, tinkling chime
for they knew better than anyone that it was dinnertime,
hurrying up those worn steps they'd climb -
empty stomachs were enough to compel -
but to hustle up this crowd it doesn't take a yell,
just the simple flexing of their master's wrist to ring the bell.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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