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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...

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