Tom Rooney


Old Yeller

We played until the foaming mouth,
When bacteria had grown.
Behind the fence, my yeller hound,
A bone I haven't thrown...
I think of days of yeller and I,
While my heart fell with the tears.
Wagging tail and sticks that fly,
Inspiration through the years.
Now, I see his crazed eyes stare,

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