abused
By josef david
poor little dog... You've wandered to my place... Maybe cause you think I'm different. Unfamiliar farm, but the same fear. I can tell you've been abused... by the way you look, the way you move. Fearing my hand as I try to pet you... Not trusting my tone as I call you... you're life has been rough... and it shows in your step... you're beaten... broken... Cruelty is all you know. Written June 27th, 2001 © on Jun 27 2001 02:34 PM PST 0 • 1
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"poor little dog......"