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My Blue -Tic Rocky Mountain hound does not know how to frown. Her tongue dangles around she is such a clown. My "Southern Belle" hound loves to go to town. Up in my truck she's found not a sleep on the ground. She did not come from the pound where its bleak and brown. She is my Blue -Tic hound she is so profound. I so love my hound I will never let her down. She will always be found With her tongue dangling around. She is my Blue-Tic Rocky Mountain Hound!

He has a reassuring grin and a benevolent way to show you how to get on with your day. He lets you try but will not let you cry Yes, he will continue to be by your side. Knowing he is there showing that he cares you follow him like the air circling through his hair. What greater gift than having a friend who lifts you up, so you will not despair. Now you can relax in mid-air. Knowing no collisions will come that he will not share. So, by now you know he is forever there!

Fate fading away for just a short period. Fate coming back laughing taunting throwing the pain at me again. The faithful Gods did answer showed kindness entwined with destiny that Fate would be back. Retuning laughing taunting slowly shoving its pain right into its place .

Fate taunting laughing over the years slams in to you when you least expect it. Pain-sharp, biting as the freezing winds clings to your heart. Yesterday laughing its way down the road. When will the God's of fate turn towards kindness and bend just a little my way? Is that to much to ask? Has too many years past to turn the tide... falling up stream in to my life? Fate does not have any understanding of feelings...deep... its always just on the surface -taunting -laughing -slamming into my li...

Whirlpool of Sadness A lover drifting down stream in a river Strong currents trying to force him back up stream into the arms of a burning ember forged from a love of long ago, caught inside a whirlpool of emotional turmoil. Not wanting to break free circling deeper than she should and catching her breath, but sensing dispare within, forces out an extended hand holding the precious burning ember which signals for one last embrace of a dream only the God’s of the future can tell. The burning e...