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To: Clappy who started this subject	8/14/2002 3:40:32 AM
From: elpolvo	Read Replies (1) of 83

i've told you about my friend jack before. he's a writer. a good one. i haven't heard from him for a couple of months. but i got a letter from him today. funny thing... it was a copy of a letter i'd written to him nine years ago. he'd written me a story of his life in disarray and suggested he needed grounding. here's what i wrote him: Maybe you don't need grounding at all... Maybe you just need hounding. The Boy Who Needed Hounding He found her on the playground She was looking for a kid One that needed her to love him And he was the one that did When the short recess was over And he went back in to study She just stood outside the door Waiting for her buddy He thought that she'd be gone When he heard the last bell sounding But she was still the dog-in-waiting For the boy-who-needed-hounding He taught her how to follow him In just a little while He didn't have to carry her For much more than a mile And since she followed him all that way His mom could place no blame For bringing home a mongrel stray Who didn't have a name As the years went by the boy grew up He had less time for play With the dog who followed him home from school In a most unusual way But even though she saw him less Her heart was forever pounding She was still the dog-in-waiting For the boy-who-needed-hounding More years passed by and she grew old She wasn't like before She couldn't walk, she couldn't see She wouldn't eat no more When she finally closed her eyes He gently stroked her head And held her in his arms Until he knew that she was dead He carried her to the orchard For her final sacred grounding And the tears rolled down the cheeks Of the boy-who-needed-hounding after all these years... (63 in dog years) he said i was right. what he really needed was hounding. he's been remarried for nine years now. <g> fortunately, i don't try to write poems anymore... just letters... but i thought you might enjoy this one since you lost your dog this year. -un hombre de letras

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