On the Southern Side
He lives there, ‘cross the lake that’s froze now, but in the spring there’s frogs and minnows. We ain’t ‘posed to go in there on-a-count of we don’t live on that side-a that fence there. We used to be able to go swimming’ an all, but then they bilt those big houses and that’s when they put up that fence.
I seen him one day, walkin’ his fancy dog, an talkin’ to it just like it were a person. At first I wondered had that man lost his marbles, but I figure he just loves it that much.
Lucky dog.
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