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Jul 2017
May I become carefree like my dog?
Sleeping in the cool, green grass as
if the world would never turn.
Smoke from a fire curls
around her long tail
looking always
peaceful and
carefree and
here.
On a camping trip and my dog sat right besides me at the campfire.
Written by
Xander  19
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     B H H Burns and harlon rivers
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