for Smokey His lowdown dogdong prowing forward like the plow that broke the plains The wiener dog has gone home now although his tennis ball remains And so I think he might be back again where he has been and then If he can stand the friction and can understand addiction to Conviction innocent and guilty by association there In a garret in a rarity of solidarity where Some see between some things unseen by some he might see something too Of poetry by night someday he might delight in his way who Understand we have to die so understandably have to live All we can when we can when all we can is all we have to give What then was taken when mistaken but we looked for everywhere There in the nothing of it all where we have found it all again And you can have it wiener dog if when you come back for your ball You find that you are one of us then you may stay here after all +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI