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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #874
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888 888 888 888 888 "An Old Dog, Buried At Sea
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 (A Simple Tale for All Ages)"
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Basehead
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 10/16/99
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a dog was born in the cabin of a ship
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in the captain's quarters to a mother of six
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took a little a bit of time to get his sea legs on
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as he padded on the floor 'til his hobble was gone
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a strange place indeed for a pup to be
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on an offshore schooner in a restless sea
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cold nose sniffed the first of the strong salt air
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that drew him to the base of the cabin stair
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above on the deck was a crew of eight
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working hard to keep the ship in tip top shape
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reeling swordfish in from a trawling net
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when the first mate spotted their curious pet
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some men of the crew paid him little heed
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and cursed him out when they'd step where he peed
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the truth was that he filled a gap in their lives
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estranged from waiting children and lonely wives
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with the season passed and the nets left bare
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the ship headed back for Port Au-De-Mer
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the crew was rewarded for the huge payload
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and they drank away their wealth down on Anchor Road
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the foghorn blew when the day had come
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for the crew to sail off towards the rising sun
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the men prayed for sanity and safety in turn
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and made love to their wives like they'd never return
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down on the pier where the crowd had run
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to bid farewell and wish good luck on the journey to come
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a dog raced to the front of the tearful scene
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and barked with all the might his little heart could glean
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the captain had a feeling he could not explain
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that the dog would be of use to his crew again
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so aboard the captain went with the dog in hand
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and he waved until the fog had obscured the land
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the dog was a part of the crew again
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bringing tools and supplies to the overworked men
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this season of the sea was the devil's own
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brutal winds and pounding hail that chilled the men to the bone
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seeming to weather the stormy seas better than most
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the dog took upon himself a watchman post
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barking when he smelled the scent of weather turned worse
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and tending to wounds like a caring nurse
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years passed and with each more trips to the bay
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and through it all the trusty dog did stay
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they say more than once he saved a man from drowning in a gale
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and could predict the tides and waves with certain wags of his tail
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older now and with a graying coat to show
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he spent most of his days at sea down below
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he would howl from his bed when the wind cried pain
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beating the cabin's shuttered doors against the crooked doorframe
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on one morn following a brutal squall
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there seemed to be no signs from the sea at all
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the captain awoke to a stillness in his room at dawn
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and looked around to find that the crew's dog was gone
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he climbed the stairs slowly with a lump in his throat
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and groped in the dawnlight as he searched the boat
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and there looking out from the lip of the stern
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lay the dog as still as the sea he'd learned
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the captain was not a man of tears
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but he wept like a child of two or three years
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the soul of his crew had passed on that night
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a fire now extinguished, once burned so bright
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he felt numbness, anguish, pain, and regret
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and he promised himself he would never forget
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the dog's loyalty, courage, and the men he'd saved
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then he buried his friend in a watery grave
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #874 - WRITTEN BY: BASEHEAD - 10/16/99 ]
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