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Blue Unending

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Every old hound dog I ever knew was named Blue, the blue tick, the coon hound, the Bassett with rheumy eyes that waited in a wallered out spot in a neighbor’s yard for a touch, a glance, waited patiently into the blue, blue yonder.

For dVerse Poets Pub “Eyeing the Quadrille #147”.

29 thoughts on “Blue Unending”

  3. All those blues here. “The Bassett with rheumy eyes that waited in a wallered out spot in a neighbor’s yard for a touch, a glance” ….and these words, ah the image they produce in the mind’s eye.

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  9. Alight, I lean more to cats than dogs. However I love dogs too. And yes, nice, both picture and poem. They tethered me in and allowed me to remain and breath in more deeply. How do we measure life? This here is one way. Thanks.

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