Lesson from the stray dog

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I saw a dog dwelling in garbage

It was upto some reversible damage
Though rumpfed with no lack of food

The trash it relished it as good
This made the dog sick and worser

Still the canine would near the trash linger
Often it would with sorrow spit

soon with joy it returns to its own vomit.
How I loathe that dog , oh how unclean?

How can it behave in a way that's so mean
Soon I learn that as for me there's a lesson

Let me quietly recollect , let me reason
The trash was the cherised sin, I wouldnt let go

And me the stray dog that would relish it so
Time and time again I would gobble and spit

Yes I came for more , I returned to my own vomit.
Lord Thou can alone change the heart of mine ( the dead dog )

Lord the impurities within , please unclog.

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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