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The plight of an animal rescuer can be futile if not one is there to answer the cry...
Submitted:Jan 31, 2012 Reads: 8 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Tick tock tick tock
the decision comes and goes
the cries wax and wane
the love fills and falls away
the pain grows and fades
the exhuberance was never there
the pleas were false
the cries were weak
the love was empty
the work left undone
the dead already dying
the rest are gone
no more trying
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