The brown dog
Walking on the road
Eyes of sadness
Ears hanging low
Sniffing his way
Staring in his sad eyes
Maybe once he had a home
The comfort and food provided
Now he lives as a stray
A vagabond roaming alone
Sniffing his way for food
Near a stall waiting
The brown dog
A life can change
Tomorrow is hard to say
Living well can be the way
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