The puppy

September 20, 2010
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Sadness does not know this mind
Terror leaves him unscarred
Joy is his eternal friend

A sprinting ray of light
flashes through the house
keeping darkness away
and light in it’s place

Everyone around as happy as can be
Forgetting all their troubles
as hands run through soft black fur

Slobber runs down your face
you try to push away
laughing at the puppy at play





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