Walking In Traffic For E.e., And The Blind Man I Do Not Know
when
i
go for a
w
a
l
k
i
take my dog
(you) see
we
go(in)
and
o u t
of-traffic
he takes care of
me
when (eye) i
cross the busy
streets i
make sure my
dog does it
safely
i
have these
randall jarrell
(moments)
my dog
takes care of
me
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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