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I Command | A Poem by Russ Cope

He stamps,
He ramps,
He tramps,
Rumbles, Grumbles,
Barks his endless orders
Blows his shrill whistle

But we are not young pups
anymore
So we don’t listen
Even as his face reddens
more and more.



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