
Sparky the Pound Puppy
We keep them
Close or far away
Some in the open
Others packed and stored
And a few that pass along
Held by newer hands
The remnants of our past
Catalysts
For old memories
That get fainter by the year
Sparky the Pound Puppy
We keep them
Close or far away
Some in the open
Others packed and stored
And a few that pass along
Held by newer hands
The remnants of our past
Catalysts
For old memories
That get fainter by the year
So true, Charles. A beautiful poem.
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Thanks. 🙂
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🙂
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Everyone should have something like that.
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I fully agree. Probably something from each stage of life too.
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Except for the gall stones. Don’t need those back.
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Ouch. Those and wisdom teeth can stay gone.
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Yup.
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My daughter used to have a pound puppy that looked like that. So cute. A great poem to go with it. I recently found my dear old teddy. He has seen better days but he is pretty old. Still love him though.
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Thanks. I always have trouble finding a picture of this specific Pound Puppy. Not sure why that is.
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Man that brings back memories! You expressed the nostalgia so well!
I still have a stuffed tiger I bought when I was 11 years old. 😀
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Thanks. There’s always that one stuffed animal.
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You said it well, Charles. Lovely poem.
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Thanks. 😊
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You’re welcome.
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