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Sep 2020
A gift for me
Left at my door
Placed in a box
But nothing more

I open the gift
Left in my care
It’s a curious thing
Who left it there

It wags its tail
Left to be cared for
A little bundle of hair
Lifts its paw

I carry it in the house
Left by a friend who’s seen
My smile had disappeared lately
A wave of sadness I have been

I stroke it ever so warmly
Left to be my friend
The puppy that I will call happiness
And will love to the very end
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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