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Alice Is In Wonderland Alice got sick. A dulling fur – a cancer here and there. Don’t know how, don’t know why, (We never know how, why we’ll die). Bad and sad for doggies And for those who hold them dear. The vet urged she be put to sleep - It had gone far. It went in seconds. Not a peep From Alice, just one beat, a bleep And she was gone; A little soul taken in hand By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land. Alice is in Wonderland. Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017 Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II; Arlene Corwin
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
Alice Is In Wonderland
Alice Is In Wonderland Alice got sick. A dulling fur – a cancer here and there. Don’t know how, don’t know why, (We never know how, why we’ll die). Bad and sad for doggies And for those who hold them dear. The vet urged she be put to sleep - It had gone far. It went in seconds. Not a peep From Alice, just one beat, a bleep And she was gone; A little soul taken in hand By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land. Alice is in Wonderland. Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017 Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II; Arlene Corwin
Ode to a dead doggy - a dear doggy.
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
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