Altoro

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Altoro

Altoro was a friend of mine.I got him when i was six.He would run and play with me,dad said he was mixed.He had tan hair, a spot on his chest,puppy breath and small.I watched Altoro grow,big ,cute and  tall.Altoro would follow me around,everywhere i went.Altoro is my companion, he was heaven sent.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Cateyespretty1’s Poems (41)

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Purity 1
Tattered Teddy 1
Ole Man River 0
Faith 1
Look to the sky 0
Just for you 0
Shadows 0
Autumn 0
Autumn 0
Times are Changing 0
United States of America 1
Razzlefandazz
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0
Hurricane Katrina 0
A Fallen Angel 1
Kings and Queens 1
Understanding 0
Future 0
Vietnam 0
Judgement 0
The Wild Wild West 0
The Wild Wild West 0
The Homeless 0
Never meant to keep 0
My burning heart 1
Hide and Seek 1
Driven by the wind 0
Time 0
I am an Angel 0
A message in a Bottle 0
Pink 0
My Rock 0
Our World 0
Darkness 0
Your my Angel 0
Loving Ways 0
Altoro 0
My Feline Friend 0
Growing 0
Mourning 1
Never Knowing 0
New Beginning's 0