Glint

She had a dog named Girl.
Her mutt a breeding whirl.

Something just from her dad.
A gift to each was had.

The gas pump dog, a name.
The child, a love to tame.

He knew the dog would stay;
Where he soon went away.

Girl was one of a kind…
Single, in heart & mind.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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