Bobby of the Labrador by Dillon Wallace Page 1 of 177

DEDICATED
TO
L.G.H.
WHO KNOWS WHY

If I may call you friend, I wish you this -
No gentle destiny throughout the years;
No soft content, or ease, or unearned bliss
Bereft of heart-ache where no sorrow nears,
But rather rugged trouble for a mate
To mold your soul against the coming blight,
To train you for the ruthless whip of fate
And build your heart up for the bitter fight.


If I may call you friend, I wish you more -
A rare philosophy no man may fake,
To put the game itself beyond the score
And take the tide of life as it may break;



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