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I posted about Mack here a couple of weeks ago. At the time I knew he wasn't well but I was hopeful. His owner tells me that 11 is well beyond the usual for this breed. Still, as someone said to me after the previous post, these fellas do get under your skin. He's been gone from his usual spot for a couple of days now and I miss him horribly.
--sdh.
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Good-bye, Mack. I'm glad we got to meet you here.
Posted by: Laura Orem | February 13, 2011 at 03:13 PM