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Alone No More



A little Aisha Cold and alone the tips of her ears,




















Submited By : sara  
Date: 25 December 2006
Author: lady_sakura
Rating: 2.4/5 (5 votes cast)
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Alone No More
A little Aisha
Cold and alone
the tips of her ears
have froze to the bone
Her eyes had turned dark
the cold froze her tears
she knew of no love
had too many fears
But then came the day
When i found the poor thing
curled up at my door
On one Christmas Eve
Her eyes how they sparkled
I took her inside
Still a bit scared
She tried to go hide
She crawled to me slowly
her body still sore
I patiently waited
Behind the red door
That night she how she slept!
on my purple brick bed
And she looked just so happy
to be inside and fed
And to this day
Nadako and I
have never once fought
and never once cried
Because of that day
I found the little one
Nadako, my pet,
my little ray of sun

- lady_sakura -

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