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Returning from the day I reach the front door Before I turn, I hear the scamper Excitement on 4 legs...jumping...squeaking Entering, looking for family Are they home, do they care? All wrapped up in their world Growing, changing, on their own Love is there, but scattered, sporadic All but that of the the fuzzy one The one who can only know the present Does not worry for the future Nor regret the past and Asks for nothing but my love Now, in the moment, in this moment So happy, so joyful, so free
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May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC
Unconditional Love
Returning from the day I reach the front door Before I turn, I hear the scamper Excitement on 4 legs...jumping...squeaking Entering, looking for family Are they home, do they care? All wrapped up in their world Growing, changing, on their own Love is there, but scattered, sporadic All but that of the the fuzzy one The one who can only know the present Does not worry for the future Nor regret the past and Asks for nothing but my love Now, in the moment, in this moment So happy, so joyful, so free
Copyright 2010 Paul Dickinson
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May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC
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