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Winner, ‘International Library of Poetry’ contest.

Henry and Leopold The old bulldog did a practiced imitation of his ageing keeper, but he still had a jump or two left in his hind legs, and a few frolics percolating in his otherwise tired disposition, whereas the old man had all but exhausted his own. What they still shared, however, was that common, but uncanny physical resemblance honed quietly, but carefully through years spent living alone together. Barking at the TV.