Sometimes it’s best not to go home again.

Sometimes it’s best not to go home again. I never understood why they say "Home is where the heart is" because my heart has never been within my home. My heart belongs on the stage
My heart has always belonged on the stage. It didn't belong in classrooms or lecture halls: it belongs up top in front of screaming fans.
My hearts wish though was never met, until that one faithful day when I met
That raggedy old dog. How I loved that dog- I visited every single day, until it got run over in the highway, of course...
I grabbed his DNA. In a few weeks, I had an exact puppy copy of my faithful companion.
Morgan had been a dear but complicated and to be honest troublesome friend as a human. TBH, we didn't expect him to live as long as he did. But his revenant puppy self was at least
semi-house trained--he peed himself when Uncle Mick visited, but so did we, to be fair. Morgan the puppy seemed to have no memory of his former life as a commodities trader. Except
that I noticed him humping the sofa when the stock market report appeared on the evening news. Morgan the puppy was trying to tell me something, I was sure! "Bonds?" I asked. "Or
Might the field sparrows be moving their nest?
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous bird, O, what a panic's in thy breast! Hast thou left thy nest? Like a wee olympic stadium, a tasty morsel cooked in my soup. Doh jeh!

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SlimWhitman Nov 16 2014 @ 14:35

Auld acquaintance shoundna be forgot: I give credit to Robert Burns whom I borrowed from with no poetic licence.

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