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A firm resolute,
An obstinate adamance,
It stands.
Awaiting a keeper,
A master,
A hopeful friend.
Many winters passed,
Yet none the warmer,
None its groomer.
A longing to serve,
An unyielding desire for a caress,
Sentiments never once felt,
For abandonment commenced at birth.
A boy of 12,
Missing a limb from tragedy,
A soul wholesome and pure, yet
A heart full of despair.
God works His magic,
Knowing what each needs,
Sends along a buddy,
A companion, a mate, an alter ego, each bruised in ways only the other may heal.
An unlikely friendship,
An eternal bond,
Forged.
-IamChrisIBlog
An obstinate adamance,
It stands.
Awaiting a keeper,
A master,
A hopeful friend.
Many winters passed,
Yet none the warmer,
None its groomer.
A longing to serve,
An unyielding desire for a caress,
Sentiments never once felt,
For abandonment commenced at birth.
A boy of 12,
Missing a limb from tragedy,
A soul wholesome and pure, yet
A heart full of despair.
God works His magic,
Knowing what each needs,
Sends along a buddy,
A companion, a mate, an alter ego, each bruised in ways only the other may heal.
An unlikely friendship,
An eternal bond,
Forged.
-IamChrisIBlog
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