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Monday, July 30, 2012

Mag 128 — Stay

Written for The Mag: Mag 128 that inspired with the above photo prompt

(Black Dog, by Zelco Nedic).

Posted by Lydia at 4:42 AM 20 comments Labels: Mag 128, Magpie Tales, man's best friend, personal poetry, the beginning of a beautiful friendship, The Mag, two of a kind

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