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Nightly Routine

The wind has dropped the air is still
With just a hint of autumn chill.
A scent of dampness fills the air.
My little dog and I don't care.
It is the highlight of his day
And he enjoys it come what may.
Rain hail or snow he has to go.
Although I think he seems to know.
My joints are stiff I can't walk far
We stick to our familiar
Short stroll about the neighbourhood
I'd take him further if I could.
My aching joints preventing me.
Restricting my mobility.

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