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Old Girl.

Soft silver moonbeams
Gently grace a dingy coat
Alone in the dark, a Greyhound waits
Only the quiet stars and a distant moon
And night itself to speak to her.

Poor old, girl!
Someone chained you to a crude post
Then left you there in the cold dirt
With an empty food bowl
An empty water dish
An empty heart.
Your soft eyes are soulful and bright
With hunger and hopelessness in the moonlight.

You wait in the shadows, wondering
When will I be taken away?
Will tomorrow be worse than today?
You’ve finished last place one too many times, old girl.
You weren’t fast enough; how dare you lose that race.
No one understood how hard you tried,
No one felt your pain when you collapsed at the finish line.

You heard what they said that fateful losing run,-
"A loser doesn’t earn her keep;
I’ll put that no-good hound to sleep."
So the owner you trusted left you alone to die,
Just a kick and a blow to remember him by.
You wonder what daylight holds as you lie in the darkness and dirt.
Too weak to stand and far too hurt.

You close your fading eyes and take a breath so thin,
The moon is darkening; stars are growing dim.
You lay down your quiet head and sigh
So this is what it’s like to die.

But don’t give up old girl!
Someone has seen you lying broken in the shadows
And she’s coming near.
You’re shaking now, trembling, cowering in fear.
But no worries old girl!
It’s your rescuer; it’s over now, I’m here.

I hold your noble head,
though you quiver and you shake.
There’s nothing to be afraid of girl,
Oh how my heart does ache
To see you here like this, tears stream down my face.

I can see every bone in your body, every scar.
I heard your desperate whimper long ago,
And again this night.
For the silence shouted, long and far,
Even the stillness told of your plight.

The chain round your tiny neck is cut away,
Now you’re in my arms so close
Though you’re shaking where you lay.
I swear to you- I’ll keep you safe forever
You’ll not be cold or starving-never, never!

Cradled in my lap I kiss your frightened face,
I mean it when I promise you
You’re done with that Greyhound race.
Lay down your head and dream in peace,
You’re loved now, win or lose old girl.



Written by Freedom C Meadows

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'Racing to Death'

If I don't win today
I won't be here again
I've seen it happen to my friends
When their running days are done
Will it be over for me soon?
Can I come home with you?
I'm a greyhound on the outside
With a big heart on the inside

I've run so many times
Just a number on the lines
Just another winning streak
Just a gamble, at my peak
But soon I will be lame
I'll be out of this sad game
I'm a dog like any other
When my glory days are over

And I'm racing to death
For the price of a bet
My life is at stake
For the money you make
So spare me a thought
On that ticket you bought
It's signing my life away
I'm just a winner for a day

So here I am I'm lost
I've seen the gun, I heard the shot
I saw my friend old Billy Jack
I saw them drag him on his back
I don't know who is gonna save me
Please don't let them take me
I'm a greyhound on the outside
With a big heart on the inside

And I'm racing to death
For the price of a bet
My life is at stake
For the money you make
So spare me a thought
On that ticket you bought
It's signing my life away
I'm just a winner for a day

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""dolaze nam gosti!ajde donesi dvije stolice iz vrta!"

Cute!

A Name



When God had made the earth and sky, the flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals; the fish, the birds and bees.
And when at last He'd finished, not one was quite the same.
He said, "I'll walk this world of mine and give each one a name."
And so He traveled far and wide and everywhere He went,
A little creature followed Him until its strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth and in the sky and sea,
The little creature said, "Dear Lord, there's not one left for me."
Kindly the Father said to him, "I've left you to the end.
I've turned my own name back to front
And called you dog, my friend."

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Za hrta će se odlučiti elegantni i romantični ljudi skloni lagodnom životu
Tako je uvriježeno mišljenje da će hrtove izabrati elegantni i romantični ljudi koji imaju sklonost lagodnom životu, na visokoj nozi, te vole profinjene predmete. Takvi ljudi uvijek će pronaći vremena da se posvete onome što ih veseli, a svojim držanjem pobuđuju poštovanje i divljenje.

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Greyhound and Horses

Three race horses were bragging about their race averages.

"I won 5 out of 20 races," said the first horse.

"Oh yea! I won 15 out of my 30," said the second.

"Hah! I won 50 out of 60," said the third.

Hiding behind a hay bail, a greyhound was listening in on the conversation. He steps into view and says. "Well I won 99 out of 100 of my races."

The third horse looks at the second horse and says

"WOW!!.... A talking dog!"