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Dogs, snow and wood
Your three companions
Dogs pull the wood
The wood glides on the snow
And the dogs run on the snow
Dogs keep everything going
Just like ourselves
They just keep on going
Running because they enjoy it
Running because we don’t
Snow becoming a washroom
Dogs are king
They just sit there, look around
And howl
The stinky smell of excrement
The enjoyable sensation of dog fur
They work to get us somewhere
And what is their paycheck?
Food and shelter(normally)
The snow they run on
Wood keeps everything you own
Like a banker, wood holds you too
Wood doesn’t take it only gives
It gives us heat, gives us
A mode of transportation
And then there is snow
The gliding surface we travel on
So all of these things work
To get us somewhere
And they just keep giving effort
While we do nothing