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The Grim Reaper ©

Josette Marie Louise Lager
California, USA
2005

Charlie's time is
running out he's
locked up in the pound.
I hate that place it
smells of death please
give Charlie a home
before he takes his
last breath.

I cried one day
as I walked down
dog death row so
right then and there
I made myself a vow
never to enter Death's
Gate again so I left
my sickle at the Reaper's
Door, Please help Charlie
before he's no more.



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