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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Abandoned Dog

Published by Susan on 08/02/2003 (3294 reads)
They dumped it on the lonely road...

They dumped it on the lonely road,
       Then like a streak they sped;
And as along the way I strode
       I thought that it was dead:
And then I saw that yelping pup
       Rise, race to catch them up.

You know how silly wee dogs are.
       It thought they were in fun.
Trying to overtake their car
       I saw it run and run:
But as they faster, faster went,
       It stumbled, sore and spent.

I found it prone upon the way;
       Of life was little token.
As limply in the dust it lay
       I thought its heart was broken:
Then one dim eye it opened and
       It sought to like my hand.

Of course I took it gently up
       And brought it to my wife
Who loves all dogs, and now that pup
       Shares in our happy life:
Yet how I curse the bastards who
       Its good luck never knew!

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