We
see the leaping little stocky black dog
Down
the steps she goes
He
goes ?
Pinky
purple collar with cute motifs
Many
a dog coming with us to ride the waves
We
do not know them
But
they certainly like the company
Happily
sitting all over my dad's lap
Though
might not know them from a bar of soap
Certainly
friendly tails wagging
Tongues
drooling
Shaggy
wet fur dragging arround...
Merely
spectating
The
hallowed moment
The
closing of the holy challis upon the flowing green ribbon
The
heavy slamming purchase of double barrel beer can shotguns
punctuating the gravel bed vibrations
Descending
four wheel drive monsters
The
subtle perfume of the coastal heath
Overpowered
for a moment
Sinking
under twelve tonnes of man stench...
The
galvanised iron warriors embark on their glorious sea battle
Man
against wave
And
every dog for himself
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