OCTOBER
Outside the autumn sun shone on a million flowers and faces and falling leaves.Inside was just a bed,a sofa,
darkness...and Ms Eliza.
What he wanted most in life was not a chicken wing,not a leftover beef steak nor a cake.Just sunshine.Right now.
Little did the dog realise that his mistress needed it too - in the form
of Mr. Browning who had read all her poems and was a frequent visitor.
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