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Do you see him cowering there in the corner? His owner has beaten him, he’s falling apart. Broken bones, it’s a cycle that never ends. He whimpers. Will bad fortune ever bend?   Do you see her all alone?
Welcome to the puppy factory farming Suffering starts long before you arrived The mother’s pregnancy pain started straight away
Rusted, small cages  is where they keep them locked up, until one day - POOF
Feels as a human pained like a man it's easy to believe they dont percieve, to justify or pardon the suffering we subject. They dont speak but communicate silently!
(poems go herOscar By: Dorothy De Clements With the wind in my hair and the sun in my face I cannot help but notice the world and all its grace My boy so eager and strong In my heart that’s where he belongs
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