At
the back lane
Of
the old town
The
dog is kept
I
think it's like
3
feet by 4 feet box
The
dog can hardly stand up
It
has to lie down
Living
out his dog life
The
dog can't complain
There
is shelter and food to eat
Freedom
is just a passing fact
In
the box what do you expect?
At
the back lane the dog sleeps..
The
passing motorists
They
will not notice
The
box sits above the drain
At
the back door of s shopping lot
Living
out his dog life
Quietly
waiting for the passing light
The
dog lies quietly
It
is much better than the stray dogs
Where
the dogs beg for food
Tomorrow
the future can't be certain
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