ONE BY ONE
(dedicated to all those that rescue)
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One by one, they file past my cage A little old man, arthritic and sore Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail Whatever excuse they made in their head When I had almost come to the end of my rope |
You took me home, gave me food and a bed I may have lived most of my life with another I may be with you for a week or for years And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new Author unknown |