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Wed, 03/04/2015 - 18:31 -- JordiBG

The man and his dog walked in a park.

Rounding bends and bends his dog led him.

Under the archway they stood in the shade.

Standing in front, one man in the way.

The man in the way was blind and followed in their wake.

Ending the walk at a bench slowed them to the end.

Down the blind man fell, friendly hand came to mend.

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