CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“The Old Dog”


Gray eyes in the old dog—
They stare, but they can’t see.
He hears,
He smells,
He feels,
He tells,
He’s well,
But his eyes, they just can’t see.

Let me see!
Let me see!
The world I miss!
The things that be!
To find just where I once buried my bones,
Would make this old dog feel more like me!

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-Chris J. Melanson 2006