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Wondering dog


A dog came to me

I looked to see

it's big brown eyes

black dots that reminded me of flies

I got a leash 

to catch the beast

Its head through the loop

we were now a group

we walked along

acting all strong

when we got to my door

I sadly stared at the floor

epecting the dog to leave

as I stood with greive

the dog stood by me

and did not flee

 

 

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Darlene Gray
<p>its beautiful&nbsp;</p>

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