Rob Wakeley

Collar                        a summer visit long agobrother, sis and nephews“puppies! we have puppies uncle rob!”twirling, falling, running, underfoot fur
one often apart from the broodwalking around a corner, two brown eyes survey mewhite band of fur encircles neck“we named him Collar” nephews declare
another momentanother corner I turntwo brown eyescircle of white
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