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To: Seadog Bytes


Verse For a Certain Dog
 
  Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise.
(For Heaven's sake, stop worrying that shoe!)
You look about, and all you see is fair;
This mighty globe was made for you alone.
Of all the thunderous ages, you're the heir.
(Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)

A skeptic world you face with steady gaze;
High in young pride you hold your noble head,
Gayly you meet the rush of roaring days.
(Must you eat puppy biscuit on the bed?)
Lancelike your courage, gleaming swift and strong,
Yours the white rapture of a winged soul,
Yours is a spirit like a Mayday song.
(God help you, if you break the goldfish bowl!)

"Whatever is, is good" - your gracious creed.
You wear your joy of living like a crown.
Love lights your simplest act, your every deed.
(Drop it, I tell you- put that kitten down!)
You are God's kindliest gift of all - a friend.
Your shining loyalty unflecked by doubt,
You ask but leave to follow to the end.
(Couldn't you wait until I took you out?)

Dorothy Parker





789 posted on 01/31/2007 5:53:36 PM PST by Lady Jag (A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
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To: All

Good night everyone.

790 posted on 01/31/2007 6:22:33 PM PST by Soaring Feather (I Soar, cause I can....)
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To: Lady Jag

Pets, who needs them
had a mess of them
that dog that remembered me after six years in the Navy with tears
the cat that spit when she was angry and she was angry at everybody
the kitten that slept in my shirt pocket or hung around my neck like a scarf
the dog that liked to sleep on my pillow and snored, just like me
or the one that loved to run the open hills of home scaring rabbits up for me
the cat that looked at me with wise, wise eyes and wink
or the one that sneezed itself off the footstool more then once
or the one who loved to ride the blankets as you made the bed
Pets, who needs them


792 posted on 01/31/2007 10:49:42 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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