A Season of Joy, A Season of Pain
A season of joy, a season of pain, all for the treasures that lie between . . .
Fir st Light By Mike Gaddis
Sixty-two days hoping there'll be at least one little girl, And finally one night a puppy is born into this otherwise worthless world. She's barely more now than pug nose and belly, Melting your heart like toast and warmed jelly. But gaze into those blue eyes, though the trust be unspoken, And there lies the promise that will never be broken.
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