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jake

Jake

more so for him, than it was for me

my dog died unexpectedly

it never crossed his mind that he

would fall to death's embrace


how could I let him slip from me?

he trusted me implicitly

it never crossed his mind that he

would never leave that place


I was not there, there was no me

absent unforgiveably

it never crossed his mind that he

would no more see my face


October 2007

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