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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 16, 2010 9:55:01 GMT -5
I'm old and find myself worrying about the cat. while you open the door and rush about the world. I'm light in weight now never really leaving my night clothes, a confined creature. You think of bigger outside things. Your promises to me are small in worth. Now I know I am old, far beneath you. My voice fades. I fall asleep with prayers.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 16, 2010 14:00:41 GMT -5
hi don, you never cease to excite my senses with your ability to depict life situations so vividly and deeply. bravo.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 16, 2010 14:20:25 GMT -5
thanks Dunstan, very much. The title of this, by the way is: "What I Want to Say to the Young Man about The Missing Cat"
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Post by leecrowell on Dec 20, 2010 16:24:51 GMT -5
i feel like you describe my future probably because I'm in denial that it's already here
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 21, 2010 11:19:57 GMT -5
NOW now my boy! Take heart.
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Post by leecrowell on Jan 5, 2011 16:44:20 GMT -5
just came back to this again and it's still fresh, like another day with a good friend
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 5, 2011 17:43:25 GMT -5
exactly! Thanks again, Lee.
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