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The Riding Mower Dads hovered at the very edge of their lush green lawns, the air around them filling up with the grumble of an idling engine and the think fug of petrol fumes. Their eyes were hidden beneath the brim of their identical white bucket hats, but their mouths were set in a thin, tight line.
In the centre of the road, far from whirring blades and the well-aimed kicks of passing legs, the dogs sat. Tongues lolling, teeth exposed in a mocking canine grin. The Riding Mower Dads knew what came next. The dogs knew too.
All waited.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: CAT
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In the centre of the road, far from whirring blades and the well-aimed kicks of passing legs, the dogs sat. Tongues lolling, teeth exposed in a mocking canine grin. The Riding Mower Dads knew what came next. The dogs knew too.
All waited.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: CAT
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