Two Black Dogs, by Austin Hoehn Subscribe to rss feed for Austin Hoehn

this lady that I know,
searched, and searched, high and low,
in animal shelters for,
two, black dogs,
everyday she looked
hard in different places,
till one day she found,
two, black dogs,
not any two, black dogs,
but those, two, black dogs,
form then on she always
said prayers saying how lucky
she was, because not to many 
people had even one, black dog,
but she has two, black dogs,
not just any, two, black dogs,
but those, two, black dogs,
she loved her two,black dogs,
like they were her children, her babies,
her special treasures,
though I haven't known this
lady for long, I already know,
just like her, two,black dogs, that
she holds a special, and rare, she 
is a truly special
person, that doesn't come along
to often, and she has
a lot to offer, so if you are fortunate, to come along
this lovely person, just listen, 
to what she might have to say,
she might just happen to tell you
her story of her, two, black
dogs



in dedication to my high school Choir teacher
Mrs. Popo.
Posted: 2005-10-10 23:37:08 UTC

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