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The stick was thrown, forsaken,

Into the pasture, by the boy,

Which an hour ago had been,

His companion and his toy.

 

It lay alone and lonely,

After being warm and close,

To the lad and his fancy,

It had been friend – foremost.

 

It could have spent its latter days

Drooling over its state,

Self-pity it could have claimed,

For the loss of its former mate.

 

Instead it relished contentment,

For having shared and been,

As few sticks ever are;

A real live human’s friend.

                – eab, May ‘76

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