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Morning After a Stormy Night
I gaze upon the crumbled tower;
I feel my dog down at my side.
I truly think it is a wonder
how we survived that stormy night.
The shepherds gather up their sheep
and go to find another field.
What they have left behind is mine to keep,
Nobody's there to make me yield.
But that's the life of one like me,
The dirty life of a dirty thief.
They exile me because of morals,
they murder us for our beliefs.
But I have met a furry partner
And the joker he will be called.
He has a habit of killing sheep,
and always eating those he'd mauled.
Nobody will ever understands us,
but I don't think they see the light,
of the perfect duo in this painting,
the man and dog down on the right.
I wrote this with the crumbling tower and the guy in the corner with his dog. Please give constructive criticism! :D
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