From Poems: 1959 - 2009, by Frederick Seidel
SPIN
A dog named Spinach died today.
In her arms he died away.
Injected with what killed him.
Love is a cup that spilled him.
Spilled all the Spin that filled him.
Sunlight sealed and sent.
Recieved and spent.
Smiled and went.
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