things one mutters are due examinationYah

   Yah

Who knew a bloodhound is a cock

imagery alone on its face is delicious 

                                      a frantic cock sniffin nose to dirt traipsing across a greening field long ears dangling anup to a stingy barbwired fence ducking beneath it  a bloodhound Howl an Bay

                                                                                         how fuckin picturesque is tha 

as long as it wasnt his cock draggin him along  he was cool 

wasnt the jealous type

   Hmm

              wha type was he

pluck jealousy out of the scenario

whas tha leave 

                       no  clue

a woman could choose to be with him or not

her choice

he was comfortable in his own skin

he was O KAY with rejection

 

   sooo  wha types tha    

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