I Slept Beneath Bridges
I slept beneath bridges, I ate from the trash
I begged outside diners at night and in day
No home to go to, no belongings, no cash
And picked up the leavings that folk threw away
I baked in the heat, I froze in the cold
I weathered long winters and welcomed the spring
Wanting some comfort before I got old
Wanting some care so much more than some thing
Then one day while I lay outside a pub
The swells of the smells coming out strong
In want of a drink or a morsel of grub
Through swinging doors a man came along
My muzzle nuzzled the man and his bag
He ruffled my fur, my tail gave its first wag
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