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Our Nature
A Pack...
They run wild
Their senses
A lie.
My babies
Against my body
Snuggle close
They’re blessed.
Running ramped
Dick’s nonsense
Up and down
They drown.
Opened eyes
Mother’s dominate
It’s our nature
To protect.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright, 2012
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