by Bill chill

Created on: January 19, 2008

As the day had drew to and end,
I knew that father did not intend,
To so the thing that made Rex run,
To do the deed that had been done.

It was just one kick,
That made Rex Bleed
That made me sick,
That made me plead.

I pleaded for father to let me out,
To find my pup Rex who was just running about.
Running about in this cruel world,
But as soon as i found him, i nearly hurled.

The things that i saw were to sick to describe,
Just a car, a road, and my little pup that had died.

As the day drew to an end,
I knew i had lost my best little friend.

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