I never quite grew up all the way
Died as a kid but then came back to stay
A wild child without many dollars
But with wild dogs without any collars
Extracted from the ordinary
To come to be extraordinarily
With Marisol and Bowser as we
Explore furthermore than ever before
Here we are now and we know what for
Is being itself doing what we can
So we can say we tried anyway
Being ourselves having been to be more
Being two old dogs and one old man
Seeing beyond what is being absurd
Our snouts to the sky looking skyward
Following our noses curiously
Seeing faraway not being far
Hoping for the best forgetting the rest
Sunrising east and sunsetting west
Getting to see the extraordinary
Under the stars we understand how
What we wonder about is here and now
The faraway stars know how to be
We three do too now and so here we are
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Love ya!
Jane