In the darkest hour,
when no words would come,
happiness was a furry gray dog with bucked teeth.
When home was far and I lay bleeding in the dark.
Happiness was a furry gray dog that just sat in silence understanding it all.
Its cold outside and a furry gray dog shivers in the dark.
I am sorry my dear dear friend.
-C
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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