To each his own,
Emotions are always galore,
That unruly dog needs a leash, nothing more;
Some eat all the forbidden stuff;
Some paint to their hearts content;
While some read all that they can find;
Others find their solace in their soft beds, in the day
time.
Shopping makes some happy and stable,
Purses light and partners in distress.
Some watch movies for hours, eyes puffed up, but not yet
ready to cry
Some meditiate, pray or even stay quiet for long hours
Whatever we do to keep the dog under leash
All it needs is a little love and discipline.
Some attention and some pecks.
But remember, dear, the leash does none of those.
Whatever is your
leash, its your own poison and not a poultice
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