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To: average joe who wrote (38247)	6/29/2013 7:26:38 AM
From: Brumar89	Respond to of 69300

Well, you aren't well informed are you? Do you know anything except the swill you get on atheist websites?

To: average joe who wrote (38247)	6/29/2013 10:19:51 AM
From: Solon	1 Recommendation Recommended By average joe Respond to of 69300

THEY CALLED HIM RAGS By Edmund Vance Cooke They called him Rags, he was just a cur But twice on the Western Line, That little old bunch of faithful fur Had offered his life for mine. And all he got was bones and bread And the leaving of soldiers' grub, But he'd give his heart for a pat on the head, A friendly tickle or rub. And Rags got home with the regiment, And then, in the breaking away--, Well, whether they stole him, or whether he went, I am not prepared to say. But we mustered out, some to beer and gruel, And some to sherry and shad, And I went back to the Sawbones School, Where I was an undergrad. One day they took us budding M.D.'s To one of those institutes Where they demonstrate every new disease By means of bisected brutes. They had one animal tacked and tied And slit like a full-dressed fish, With his vitals pumping away inside As pleasant as one might wish. I stopped to look like the rest, of course, And the beast's eyes leveled mine; His short tail thumped with a feeble force, And he uttered a tender whine. It was Rags, yes, Rags! who was martyred there, Who was quartered and crucified, And he whined that whine which is doggish prayer And he licked my hand...and died. And I was no better in part nor whole Than the gang I was found among, And his innocent blood was on the soul Which he blessed with his dying tongue. Well! I've seen men go to courageous death In the air, on sea, on land! But only a dog would spend his breath In a kiss for his murderer's hand. And if there's no heaven for love like that, For such four-legged fealty...well! If I have any choice, I tell you flat, I'll take my chance in hell.