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I looked at the people trying to see anyone I know.
The people looked at me and started to bid.
I wished I wasn't here, just wish that I'd hid.
Then off from the back of the room I did see.
The face of an angel looking right straight at me.
The angel raised her arm and began to shout.
I'll take her myself, I'll pay that amount.
Then I was carried away to a cage one last time.
I'd tried to be good and committed no crime.
The cages were opened and dogs left that place.
When my cage was opened I saw the angels face.
She picked me up and held me even though I smelled bad.
I knew by her voice the angel wasn't mad.
Then off to this place that I now call home.
By her side I will stay and never more roam.
I must have been blessed some time long ago.
Because when she holds me tight I just seem to glow.
I often times think about my life long ago.
Rescue people are really angels you
They save us from places called puppymills you see.
I pray all my brothers and sisters will someday be free.
Author unknown.
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