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She was my little blind girl, loved by me and her working father, Rags. Blind from birth, but sweet and healthy otherwise, she lived just she of 17 years here...


"Ode to a blind dog"






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The poem didn't post. Sorry folks.


"I know our world she cannot see

Green grass or blue of sky

So tell me now how can there be

such soul in Shadows eyes


Her little nose my hand does find

more often times than not

but her tiny tongue the air does bind

not my face with breath so hot


She finds her way on familiar ground

by hugging to the walls

But when a strange place she's around

her walk becomes a crawl


But still she finds her place at night

In sleep I hear her sighs

and in first mornings happy light

see soul in Shadows eyes"

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