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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stray</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her husbands’ death had come upon him quick.<br>He’d always been so full of life and song.<br>She’d had no warning that her Tom was sick.<br>until he crumpled to the sidewalk and was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very day they put her husband in the ground, <br>a Jet black Lab with no collar or license<br>that she took to calling “Pepper” came around.<br>“He must belong to someone.” was her sense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She put up signs and Ads and asked around.<br>She made inquiries to find the owner of the Lab.<br>No one in town had seen the dog before<br>the day they placed her man beneath the sod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pepper stayed faithfully at his mistress’ side<br>They took long walks down Beachcomber Way<br>Only Pepper heard the tears she cried<br>and stayed by her till the sadness passed away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three winters they passed in that little town, <br>a town that made its living from the sea.<br>Eventually she felt strong enough to work<br>and re acclimate to life and company</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Spring’s warmth dissipates the winter gloom, <br>Sadness cannot forever shadow hearts<br>The heart is a perennial and so will bloom<br>as soon as the snows of sorrow will depart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, on the anniversary of the date<br>the day they placed her husband in the ground, <br>She called and called but Pepper didn’t come-<br>The Jet black Lab was nowhere to be found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She put up signs and Ads and asked around.<br>She made inquiries to find her dog again.<br>but no one ever saw the Lab in town.<br>The stray will go where he is taken in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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He’d always been so full of life and song.
She’d had no warning that her Tom was sick.
until he crumpled to the sidewalk and was gone.

The very day they put her husband in the ground, 
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