Saturday, February 16, 2013
Ginger Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Hooper Road dead-endeed where we'd play
I fished while Ginger dug at her favorite hole
A recollection of my youth along those banks of clay
That's always throbbing deep within my soul
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James Casey
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7/28/2025 5:35:53 PM # 1.0.0
When I was a mere lad I also had a dog, my best-pal, named Ginger. I still miss her to this very day. Beautiful poem; and thanks for the memories James.