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Farley
He was rather large, Alaskan bred,
With stand up ears and a bit overfed.
His massive frame would crowd the door
So passersby could shake his paw.
Now sheltered beneath a snowy pine
His trackless tracks no more define.
As soft and silent descends the snow
Farley’s trusting life let go!
One morning when everything was alive with
Sounds spring, a gentle breeze lifted a piece of
black and grey fluff across the lawn. I stooped
and picked it up memories of Farley came flooding
back, and I felt he was not far away...
Beryl McMullen
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