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He was to young


                       He was too young                              

 

He was ripped out of our hands

Gone in a blink of an eye 

But all we could say is

 he was too young 

 

His story was cut short 

His life was incomplete

But all we could say is

 he was too young

 

The house was left empty 

And quiet 

With no dog to run up 

And cuddle with us 

No dog to tackle us 

with his kisses 

No dog to steal the food 

From the table 

And no dog to fill the room

With his loud howls

 

There was just an empty space 

With nothing to fill it 

And all we could say is

he was just too young

 
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