in the dark Morning Bobo’s there. He barks at Deer, Fox, Coyote or Bear. When Sun rises he’ll see Me and wag his tail. We’ll walk together and see our breath in Air.

we have come and gone. it goes on and on and on. the sun will rise today too no matter what we do. is there any right or wrong or just one long journey to another tomorrow? for some joy and others sorrow.

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