A Thought For Stray Dogs
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Lonely eyes, they are victims
Live on scraps, die on our whims
None to care, none to look
No love for them, no warm nook
If only a little concern, a little pity
Just for the sake of life’s dignity
By the lucky ones with home and hearth
Think, they need your heart’s warmth.
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