Missing Lora

Oh, how I will miss my rough and ragged my tough and gentle loyal  friend.

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When he is gone

         “When he is gone” Who will brush the steely sunspots from your eyes when he is gone? When night ascends and wandering thoughts loop through dungeons dark and pungent? Who will sound the battle cry when “take ye in remembrance of me” is no longer your joy? When he is gone … Continue reading When he is gone