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  Sipping Moonshine at Dog Lakes 


Given the gruff failings of moonshine
and big dogs in irons barking,
your boat fills with wagging dogs
as the lake grows rough and tired.

Big dogs in irons barking and
baying, short of the red summit,
the lake grows rough and tired
of snow and barking and moonshine

baying.  Short of the red summit,
squaws tinker with candies made
of snow and barking and moonshine
that dogs the northern lakes.

Squaws tinker with candies made
from the warming advance of mosquitoes
that dog the northern lakes;
old miners not given to melody

from the warming advance of mosquitoes.
Dogs stop to tinker at big station
with old miners not given to melody
and snow so big, the lake barks.

Dogs stop to tinker at big station
but Red is not given to tinkering
or snow so big, the lakes bark—
it comforts the cabined men to howl.

But Red is not given to tinkering
given the gruff failings of moonshine:
it comforts the cabined men to howl
while your boat fills with wagging dogs.



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