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A PIT DOGS TALE...
On cobbled streets that were dark and grim,our working lives we did begin..
Thought not to bark,and yet to bite - to put the other dogs to flight.
With my masters voice close by my ears ,I put aside my own dark fears - I learned to fight and learned to kill..
I learned to bend to my masters will.
The pit..it was a fearsome place - no where to hide from the foe to face.."Tear`m boy"my master roared!
And when I did they all applaud.
I took no joy - I feelt no pain..
And in the pit I did remain.
My masters joy each time I won..convinced that he was having fun.
But all too soon - it came to tell..
One fight to many and then I fell...
One dog too big for me to fight - I was going to fail..
It wasn`t right!!
My masters voice could not be heard - he didn`t speak a
single word..
And as I laid me down to die - he couldn`t be bothered to say goobye..
My dimming eyes - they searched around..
Desperate for that familiar sound.
But only strangers now hold me tight - assuring me
"it will be all right.."
Surrounded and mobbed by the noise of men - who
raise me up as best they can..
They trye to help - they seem to care.
But still my master is not here...
Transported from pit to another place..
More strangers with a friendly face.
They tend my wounds and made me well-but for what?
It seems like no one can tell..how do I know this to isn`t
hell...
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