jona magra


Honestly!

Orphans cast into the soft warm summers grass.
fed by the berries that the tree had passed.
Watered and washed by the healing sun.
the boy got the most as the strongest one.
The dog was looking for its mate and cubs,
and soon found warmth in the orphans shrub.
Every touch! taste! smell! and as far as can see!
riches increased when sound fell at their knees!
As the boy grew to lead the pack of loyal servers.

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