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AND NOW, they were saying,
Old Red Dog was For-ever gone.
I knew in my little boy heart,
what I had to do -
I had to go look for
Old Red Dog!
Yes, I know now -
to the child-hood heart
the Whole World Revolves around
the first hundred yards
from the door-yard
And now I know the truth today
The World is so immense
But to the child-hood heart
it makes no difference,
For all things that must be ..
must be,
within ...
A-Hundred Yards
of the Kitchen Door.
A trip to the grape vine
proved Old Red Dog was not there.
A search in and under the great rotting barn ...
Showed she was no-where, there
to be found.
Past the hollow tree
where I was sure
an old owl must live
Past the crumbling sheds
to the old abandoned chicken coupe
where Old Red Dog
and I
had sat many times
and shared stolen cookies
But this time ...
she was not there
Waiting for her share.
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