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Heaven Can Wait
The old boy got loose.
Strained at that chain for years;
He heard the barks of others,
wanted to know, to taste, to play,
& be free
Then one day, it happened.
He broke his rusty chain
& ran–
forgetting his bowl of easy food;
His pan of clean daily water.
Determined to experience everything,
feeling like a pup again.
He just kept running &
smelled everything,
licked everything
me...
Tuesday 2nd March 2021 6:03 pm
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