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Not
Lost, but Forgotten By Debron Acosta He
opens the door My
ears perk with curiosity He
smiles as he walks off the porch I
greet him licking his hands eagerly He
gives me a scratch on the head I
roll over playfully begging him to scratch my belly In
a haze of dust he is gone The
bus riding down the bumpy gravel rode He
has no time to play with me I
am one of his toys that he has grown out of Not
lost, but forgotten Like
a toy I sit here waiting….. |