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Jan 2022
got my self a friend he was just a stray
miles away from home he had run away
he was bruised and battered he had took abuse
guess he ran away guess he just broke loose

he was very thin ribs you could plainly see
so the friend i found took him home with me
bought him lots of food to build him up once more
he could be the dog that he was before

his trust it had returned though it took a while
now he lets me stroke him gives a little smile
were the best of friends.  now he wont have to roam.
a place to settle down somewhere to call home.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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