Apr 19, 2014, 11:09 PM

The Dog and Its Dead Owner 

  Poetry » Phylosophy
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The dog was happy in the yard
Enjoyed to play around
It was a conscientious guard
Of this small village ground
Its owner was a generous guy
Gave regularly food
Its chain was on an old tree tied
And life was always good.
But fate struck down with evil fist
Its owner fell down dead
And destiny became a mist
For truthful house pet. ...

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