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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dog's Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years, now almost seventeen, <br>I've played at stick and ball, stayed seldom still<br>until good master's call would whistle shrill<br>to lead me back - no need to smack. Sight keen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years tail's wagged as faithful friend, <br>as boon companion, running round fun years.<br>His mother passed away, I shared the tears<br>that fountained forth and never seemed to end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years round each revolving moon<br>from hearth and home I pick up slightest sound, <br>ears prick, eyes bright, in sight I'm always found<br>to hold my ground, though often play buffoon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years, come rain or shine, we walk<br>twice, sometimes thrice a day, I sense each smell<br>around the house, tell friends from rascals well, <br>and after dinner hear the table talk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years from pet to family, <br>from playful pat to priceless kith and kin, <br>I vet as threat who'd twins' affections win, <br>can smell a rat or chase cat up a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years I've watched the children grow, <br>suffered unruly hands that now caress, <br>I guard them still, still at the same address, <br>as I will willing till my turn to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years saw summers shedding hair, <br>saw autumns' colours charm birds from the trees, <br>saw winter whiteness whose bare branches' frieze<br>prepared for springs unbounded, weather fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years, milk - nap - home-made pap brew, <br>from toothless start, heart full, until depart, <br>toothless, heart filled beyond all man may chart, <br>life's cycle spins till ready to renew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen years that gambolled life away, <br>with water, beef and bone, I've played at will.<br>Scents seem less sharp today, and soon I will<br>make my last bow - still in thrill dreams I play! <br>Revised 6 August 2007 Previous Title Sixteen Years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(5 January 1992)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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I've played at stick and ball, stayed seldom still
until good master's call would whistle shrill
to lead me back - no need to smack. Sight keen.

Sixteen years tail's wagged as faithful friend, 
as boon compan..."></div>
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