"Somewhere, somewhere in Time's own Space;
There must be some sweet pastured place;
Where creeks sing on and breezes blow,
Some Paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again."
My rewrite:
Somewhere, somewhere in Time's own Space
There must be some sweet Heavenly place;
Withe trees to mark and squirrels to chase.
Withe stinky stuff in which to roll;
Some Paradise where all dogs go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know that great dogs live again.
8/8/2019
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