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Old Dog

As I lie dying in the yard,
Sun beating down as it always has,
I dream of playing in the fields,
Laughing, running, jumping, joying,
Now it is all gone,
The meager cover that hides,
My final moments is richer
Than I have slept on in all my life,
Am I better that I die in such a way,
Or live on in blindness and fear,
Of an unknown future.
Enough, the future is now.
Written by ThePiper
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