Musings of Ben
Boots with small clear puddles escaping from underneath
Bear witness to our walk across the mud caked heath.
I was hunting
Whats’ in a Boss, does he love me?
Forever?
All the time, without fail?
And if I fail will he still love me?
The view from here is great for me
I sit so high that I can see
[For Boss has pointed out to me],
The horses i
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I know he cares and he worries a lot,
But try as I might I can’t tell him I’ve got
A pain in me so d
They are not mine, those boots by the door
Were they so, there would be four
Not two.
And Mud would be the
The bowl is on the floor
The bowl is on the floor
I cannot eat my dinner like that
They know it well this sim
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I know he cares and he worries a lot,
But try as I might I can’t tell him I’ve got
A pain i
I’ve seen it before, the guilt in his eyes
As he quietly packs and foolishly tries
To avoid my gaze which he knows i
It is plain as can be to the likes of me
That every sign post needs my pee
To tell those who follow I’ve been here
An
I saw tears today as Boss wrote
A letter of condolence
To friends that were about to hurt
Badly, very badly.<