The Dog and Its Dead Owner

19 апр. 2014 г., 23:09

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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.

And in the can there was no food
And chain was awful strong
It tried to break it as it could
But things went awful wrong.

Perhaps it is a nature’s law
For these ones who will search
That it is safer not to know
Where is the freedoms verge

The Dog and Its Dead Owner

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