{"sf1_id":1167842,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Untitled poem","author":"London79","words":104,"posted_at":"2017-03-31T18:02:00.000Z","tags":["Dog","Poem","woods"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1167842-untitled-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1167842","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1167842\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"I found this poem unfinished, and decided to upload it.\npoem originally written: 1995-07-16","content":"\u0026nbsp; Chills creeping down your spine,\n\n\u0026nbsp; let you know that your still alive;\n\nSearching around the woods,\n\nlooking for someone you can count on;\n\npeeking around a corner you find a house\n\nbuilt of bricks and mortar.\n\nInside there is a dog, sitting there oh so calm\n\nsmiling for the world to see could this be reality.\n\nShe lifts her head, it fills you with \u0026nbsp;dread\n\nshe says: \"I can hear you, Johnny you know its true,\n\nI left my life for you. living a life of pain and sorrow\u0026nbsp;\n\nwill you ever see tomorrow.\"\n\nYou will take on a whole new form-\n\n  \n  \n\n"}