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April 23, 2014
No aggressive nature.
No competitive streak.
The runt of the litter
being far too meek.
No facial expression.
No eyes that speak.
No glimpse of life,
from one so weak.
Perhaps one too many;
this darling afterthought.
But only God alone
knows how hard he fought.
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