Old photo's...
(loved this old dog)
Every picture tells a story, so they say
Often wonder what my thoughts were on this day,
Could it be that i am watching all the other kids at play?
Or just clinging to the chain so my best friend won't run away.
Is my mother cooking stew behined that kitchen door?
Am i thinking of tomorrow and what it has in store?
As a child...with dreams so innocent and pure
Sitting with my best friend and the shadows on the floor.
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