Rascal, the furchild, the old man with the child’s soul. We do pray for thee. You have pulled through so many times before. You have the constitution of a bull mastiff, and the heart of a mastadon. Your mama Janet will soak your muzzle with love and tears, and many of we canine lovers and parents out here are pulling for you. So cut out the sarcoma that offends thee, and get back to ball and bone and face licking.
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
My soul laid bare ..tread lightly, please ;>
This is where I plan to bare my soul for all the world to see - warts and all. I plan on letting it all hang out here, so to speak, not knowing exactly what direction it may take, but I hope you're along for the ride. If you are, you'll be respected and valued here for your poetic sensibilities. We can explore the content of our hearts and intricate workings of our minds, together. But above all else, I declare this place a safe haven from the slings and arrows of life that may be bent on foisting themselves in our general direction, seeking to strip all heart-felt and pithy profundities from our poetic souls. Mercy! Do I hear an Amen?! :>
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Rascal, the furchild, the old man with the child’s soul. We do pray for thee. You have pulled through so many times before. You have the constitution of a bull mastiff, and the heart of a mastadon. Your mama Janet will soak your muzzle with love and tears, and many of we canine lovers and parents out here are pulling for you. So cut out the sarcoma that offends thee, and get back to ball and bone and face licking.
Glenn
You’re too wonderful for words, Glenn. {{{hug}}}
By: marlowe44 on September 28, 2009
at 8:51 am