Sometimes when I wake up
The first thing I see is the
Hammer's wet nose illuminated by
The dim green light of my alarm clock.
As I focus I then see the
Whole of my dog's face.
She is a happy motherfucker
On the darkest, coldest of mornings.
Every morning is a moon landing,
Free beer festival and
Anarchist revolution
Rolled into one
For her.
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