3 Years Old

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Laying on the cold concrete,
Bars all around.
I am only 3.
But there’s only a feeling of warmth.
Soft hair grazing my cheek,
Only love in the air.
My face getting all wet.
Good puppy.

Walking on the cold concrete,
Screaming at the top of my lungs.
I am sad.
But thinking of the big green fields,
Running so free.
No chain to hold him back.
My face getting all wet.
Good puppy.





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