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Oscar


(poems go herOscar By: Dorothy De Clements With the wind in my hair and the sun in my face I cannot help but notice the world and all its grace My boy so eager and strong In my heart that’s where he belongs He turns the corner so fast and swift Running to me as I Lift My golden knight is in my arms Away from all Earth’s harms As he kissed my face Something took his lips place I look at him and sigh For knowing his past can make anyone cry His bottom teeth stick out further than the rest But he knows I love him never the less Eight years ago I took him home From all the horrible places unknown The tight cages in a row Boxed him in tighter than I’ll ever know With no food or water Hell seemed less hotter Breeding pups for their own selfish profit If only our World could stop it A sibling born with three legs, Oh no! Now all of the puppies must go Too another place so dark and cold The pound he stayed, my baby so bold There he lay Passed by day-by-day The siblings aren’t as lucky as him you see They had far more defects than he With either heart defects or missing a limb or two It will be a hard life for them, we knew My baby barked to remind me Here is where he wanted to be In my arms he knew he was home And that he would never ever be alone. e)
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