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Lost and Alone

Abyss in thought with anguish
Tormenting his mind as he sits
With bitterness and great pain
Ageing without companionship

His only warmth is a warm fire
No one comprehends his ordeal
Compassion forgotten and alone
As darkness looms he wanders

No tracks or trail of blood found
A knock at door was his only hope
We found Scrappy he was digging
In Mrs. Tumble Weeds trash!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 12/16/2019 6:03:00 AM
Nicely put Bobby. Thanks for sharing
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Bobby May
Date: 12/16/2019 6:23:00 AM
Thank you my friend!

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