Those bright, puppy dog eyes,
Looked up to me and said,
"Shield me from the hurt, the lies",
But it wasn't him, his eyes dead.
The poor puppy, lying there,
His innocent body lay still,
The world his heart just couldn't bear,
For the puppy, just too much thrill.
An owner who didn't want him,
A partner who was not his own,
He left it all out on a whim,
Poor puppy, just chasing his bone.
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