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ian-smith
American
My dog looks into my eyes Whimpering – her speech dies As I caress her soft, imploring head I tell her to go lie down in her bed And rest her wandering mind. Within her eyes lie many realms Of unfathomable truths that bind Together a world that overwhelms.
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Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
The Whimpering Dog
The Sunlight, beaming Through the dark, desolate clouds Shines on a lost soul.
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
The Sunlight
The River flows through The gloomy, underground cave Searching, Imploring
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
The Wayward River