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The Puppy

One summer's day some years gone past, a puppy lost his way, and wandered off away from home at least for one full day. The weather made his voyage worse, his body soaked with rain; it seemed that finding his way back home was sadly all in vain. As night approached the rains increased with winds so sharp and strong, it seemed that life within the pup would not last very long. Forlorn and listless his last move was up three wooden steps, onto a porch all safe and dry wherein he barely crept. And there he fell into a sleep exhausted but quite warm, and most important of all things, well sheltered from the storm. The reader's sadness at this point will now be turned around, for happiness he never knew was where his life was bound. The owner found him on the morning next and brought him in his home, and for days he coddled him as if he were his own. All trials to find his master failed, and days and weeks rushed by, it almost seemed to all a gift send down from rainy skies. In life each one of us may drift someday far off our chosen path, and find the fruit of all our lives turned into grapes of wrath. The message of this poem shouts out real loud that when life gets all that dim, it isn't very long before true love will enter in. The love will lift you up again and wipe away the gloom, and change your darkened days forever to one bright shining moon. r

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The Puppy