it was left laying on the ground
it was something left to be found
how is it that it is just laying around
this thing laying here, it is so profound
do I pick it up or just turn around?,
or walk away and make no sound?
someone's puppy, it laid there drowned
I looked and saw that there was nobody around
backing away I returned to the campground
informed the staff and laid myself down
the puppy was put to rest underground
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: another purge i bought a few paintings will have some inspiration soon.
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