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(a folk poem, supposedly by dog lovers, translated, unrhymed, the Russian original is metered and rhymed)
hound races dogs, just a poem about dogs
Dogs are racing through our lives
For most folks, this is hard to grasp —
Training grounds, shows, prizes
Consume, devour you, so be vigilant
Diagnosis is accurate though cruel
The disease is incurable. Alas.
Once you’ve picked up a dog leash
You’ll understand the cause of this.
Our zodiac signs are also clear
And fate has been mapped in advance
If there were no dogs in this world
We would have to invent them.
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