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Sander Sweeneu
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taekwondo, gitaar, keyboard, computer, lezen
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HALLO.
Dit is uw moeder sprekende.
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Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.
Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?
He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.
Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?
His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.
He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.
But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.
For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.
Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.
What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?
The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.
Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?
He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.
Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?
His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.
He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.
But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.
For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.
Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.
What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?
The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.
My name is: Sander
I am 17
I play the guitar already for 7 years
My sport is: Taekwondo
Ligt and Darkness are both very different..
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1 decennium geledenIk zie het al voor me :'DDDDD
Zien we dinsdag wel, lololol *dat gayhandje*
1 decennium geledenFUUUNah, valt wel mee hoor, ik vind het wel grappig.
En hondjes die piepend dromen zijn schattig. :'D
Naja, ze knort ook als ze iets wilt pakken, zoals een speeltje of zo.
So, me is not Boomer 
1 decennium geledenEn dude, ik snurk niet
BOOOOOOOOOOMOok al een snurkende hond, alsof alle boomers snurken :'D
1 decennium geledenLekker rustig :'D
1 decennium geledenDe mijne is nog heel speels, zelfs zo enthousiast dat ze wel een uitglijdt over de vloer x'D