Norman Coppola

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Long longed I to find you,
And jubilant-joyful was I to
At last, and lastingly have I held you
And sadly-happily have held in mind
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Your greeted me at the door once,
by accident, I think.
You never barked when cars drove in
or growled at strangers,
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One could well suppose
That within all those
Whose tissues dispose
To be adipose
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Roses do well
To mark the day you were born
Just before summer,
When there are few left budding.
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So like the bright, bold bird, I'd say
They named you prophetically, Jay.
But somehow you'd already grabbed the cue,
Having chosen eyes just as blue
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