I should have known
that day in Riverside Park
when the sight of a three-legged dog
seared my four-year-old mind
that this was going to be
an imperfect world.
I should have known
that day in Riverside Park
when the sight of a three-legged dog
seared my four-year-old mind
that this was going to be
an imperfect world.
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