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Saturday, December 4, 2010
My Mother, My Father
My father was a wolfhound, my mother a full blood terrier.
How far he used to run for love, yet bound on home to marry her.
I am my father's son, I know I'm a dog like him,
Though taken up with poetry, I write with paper and pen.