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| Mugsy |
| Home At Last The trees were blowing in the gentle breeze the sun was shining; thru the leaves on the trees The meadows are green; and the grass grows tall off in the distance; you can see a waterfall Over the falls; down through the creek the water flows gently; as a rabbit sneaks a peek Far up above; in the deep blue sky the birds soar high; as they fly by The animals play; at the bridge by the waterfall chasing each other; and just having a ball They play all day; from morning to night there's no more rain; just warm sunlight Off in the distance; the trumpets would blow all would look up; and notice a bright glow The harps would play; and the angels would sing as another pet has come home; who had earned his wings |
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| Sept 17/04 |