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A Christmas hope is lost in time
when January’s winds reclaim
the harvest of a drowsy wine
and sorrow is again acclaimed.

But seasons pass and we reclaim
the hope that used to be our own.
December’s shiver comes again
to usher cheer on lonely bones.

© Ursulica, 2009 (strict iambic tetrameter)

category: dogs
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Every now and again I go to the hospital on Washington street to make appointments with various doctors for my grandmother. This dog has been completely adopted by the hospital. He is very serious, a real veteran who knows the tough life and has seen many sick people in his days. He usually minds his own business, but from time to time he barks at other dogs as they are walked past the hospital gates by their owners.

Here he is, waiting in front of the hospital kitchen window, barking slightly to point out his presence: