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Torn Edges

His jaw was weak,
but then he had an inquisitive will,
His paws were small,
but they were strong enough to hold on the edges;
His eyes were dirty,
but they had a shimmering twinkle in them,
His mother was far,
but then he enjoyed playing with his toy.

He jumped on the right edge and grabbed it with his small paws and his wet jaw,
he went right with it, and he went left;
But poor he, his paws were small,
small only to hold on one edge.
As he grabbed on one edge, the air blew his toy from the other one,
he left first and grabbed the second,
but poor he, his paws were small,
small only to hold on one edge.

He tried tearing it while keeping his little paws on it,
he tried tearing his hard toy;
But poor he, his jaw was weak,
weak only to wet it not tear.
As he angrily nodded with it in his mouth,
he put in his full strength;
But poor he, his jaw was weak,
weak only to wet it not tear.

As he played on, he was overlooked by many,
and smiled on by few;
He was kicked by many,
and he was protected by few.

But that hardly affected his game
He was kicked, but he came back for his toy,
He was protected, but he came back for his toy;
He was watched, he was overlooked,
but he overlooked everyone.

His game took him far, far on his mood,
and on the mood of his spectators;
They enjoyed watching it,
while others had no interest.

Jumping on his hard flying toy,
He was on high,
But no-one took heed while he was on,
and a red dragon crushed his little body with it's monstrous rubber teeth.

It did stop after taking his little life, but that was just a 2 second halt,
and then it went it's way;
what it left behind was a wet red smeared toy,
which was still not torn.
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