I've been played with, trifled, fooled, teased, and
Made out to be the big, bad beast.
Then taken on as a burden to bear,
Perhaps they thought that would make things square.
But I'm just a pup, once homeless and lone,
Who longs to sing a lover's song.
So I'll work all day and I'll work all night
To find a way to make wrong right.
....just musing
What did you think
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You can't fool a veteran holder of places. Being nosy, I always check.
I know I've had these feelings before. Part sadness, part anger, but there is a tone of hope at the end...and of determination...I usually just give up and blame it all on someone else.
Muse away, it's about the only thing left that isn't taxed.
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But the pup is no longer in a pickle, right?
Finding a way to see joy in each day, hopefully!
Your "musing" is both creative and revealing.
Nice to see you posting.
M-C
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