Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

A Big Softie


I am a big softie
when it comes to
every living thing.
I would not purposely hurt
any animal or human being.
I hold out my arms
to comfort any injured living creature
that I might find
whether it be large or small.
Everything needs love and comfort
at sometime or another
and that is left
to big softies like me.

26 March 2008

Submitted: Wednesday, March 26, 2008

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  • Marilyn Lott (4/9/2008 5:53:00 AM)

    David, you are obviously a very sweet man and your animals
    are very lucky indeed! Lovely thoughts to share.

    Best Wishes,
    Marilyn (Report) Reply

  • JoAnn McGrath (3/27/2008 3:16:00 PM)

    I like the 'Big Softie' HEART that is...: O) ....we ladies can relate to that better then the Big Always have to be Tough Guy (Report) Reply

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