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[WordMan2010]

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At one time
he could run through
a wall regardless of
the material it was made of
or the thickness of structure

now he falls
walking up stairs
his legs to
weak to pull
himself up

there are a million things
i fear about
his death

who will i talk to
when I'm sick of
dealing with the
"humanity" outside

who will i eat dinner
with when there isn't
panting underneath
the kitchen table

who will i sleep next
to on nights of
loneliness

and how will i
carry him out of here
when he's dead and
gone

[Jenifer]

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Oh.  Gosh.  I thought this was a workshopping forum.  I thought we were supposed to tell each other if something was spelled incorrectly so we could go 'Oh, jeez, thanks for catching that dude', and then edit it out later. 

Maybe I'm at the wrong LiteraryMary?

Anyways, I thought the poem was good, except for the things mentioned already.  I enjoyed the way it captured a very sad moment, but without being melodramatic.  I wondered what sort of dog it is. 

Jen

[Henry William Creshdon III]

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 I wondered what sort of dog it is.  

Ah. Now you have me wondering as well.

Well, WordMan2010?

200 pound dog on my shoulder

[dhyan (U.F.)]

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The problem with a spell checker is that it helps lazy people appear ignorant, and illiterate.

- that was great Father, and the link to that poem - loved it.

i enjoyed that poem very much i must say. cannot add much after all above was said. it was wonderful to read the comments too. some good advices there. some of which i heard so many times i think i should come back and hear them again.