I want to feel the way i use to when I came up here,>>>---
but I'm missing something fragile,>>>---
my four short legs' and body.>>>---
Summer day's get longer, The street's and sidewalk's grow apart,>>>---
the trail's become universal, >>>---
never walk a step ever more, when there was no fear of death, >>>---
just freedom, forward motion.>>>---
So much love for a pet, but so much more than that.>>>---
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