Perambulation the Second
Here the salted wind has the force of a giant mastiff
Thundering across the unguarded expanse of the sea to buffet us with unfathomable growls.
We must pursue our way with dogged determination,
Our puniness finding a seam of vincibility,
In which our reward.
For here only the beauty of the poodle's ears held aloft like unto the benedictine headdress,
And through our great exertion the exultation of making our path.
Celebrate ye dogs allowed with the leaping and twisting
And the mixing of silica deep in the layers of your coat.
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