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Lick me at the Celtic Fest [197]
Lick me at the Celtic Fest
I meet a puppy,
some two-year-old pooch
that lives to lick the hands
and faces of friends—
and all strangers too.
Tan floppy ears perk
as I pet her and a pink muzzle
nuzzles for more.
Where there's no fear of contact—
we-all connect:
me, this puppy, the Celtic universe.
But I must inquire, my dearest love
—if I were a boxer—
could I you lick you too.
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