| Open Poetry #47 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan
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. A dead dog In the road Not mine So why Did I go back Dodging cars And pull it then Off to the side Those fixed Brown eyes The matted fur This to me Is still A mystery As in why Not having a clue After all this time I should think of it now . |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Because it was the essence of you. ~ Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of molehills. ~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Compassion, my friend. Something getting more and more rare in humanity. Well written. j. |
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