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Thursday, June 10, 2004 BEFORE I DIE by: Jim Willis 'Tis lonely here in prison, I dream of sun, of fields, I saw them from a window once, but I don't know how they feel. I've never known a caress, a friend, a bone, a toy, I'd happily companion, a human girl or boy. But some men have decided, with selfishness and greed, that my fate shall be a cage, and for my keep, I'll breed. What should fuel this folly? My kind may bark in vain. We care not for your commerce, and few know of our pain. We're hidden well from justice, for our freedom some may cry. God grant me, please, just one request - Let me play once before I die. [Posted by: Davina at 10:56 am] Tuesday, June 01, 2004 This moving poem was posted on www.theworld.co.za by Heila Hitchcock. If this doesn't break your heart, I'm not sure what will. Please guys, adopt or foster if you can and make the plight of these animals known... ____________________________________ I see little souls wearing fur, souls who bark and souls who purr.... Born unwanted and unloved, I see all this and more from above.... I watch them suffer, I see them cry, I see them lost, I watch them die.... I see unwanted thousands born.... and when they die...nobody mourns.... These are castaways who will never see love or security.... A few short months they starve and roam, Or caged in shelters--nobody takes home.... We cry, we feel, we love.... Our presence now only known from God above.... My pain and suffering came to an end, so don't cry for me, my person, my friend.... The living ones need you now.... Please stop their abuse somehow. PLEASE MAKE ROOM FOR AN ABUSED OR RESCUED DOG IN YOUR HOME AND IN YOUR HEART . There is always room for one more. [Posted by: Davina at 8:00 pm] |
 Every animal deserves love, protection and our voice.
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