A swirl of gold-and-white and gray and black,-- Rackety, vibrant, glad with life’s hot zest,-- Sunnybank collies, gaily surging pack,-- These are my chums; the chums that love me best. Not chums alone, but courtiers, zealots, too,-- Clean-white of soul, too wise for fraud or sham; Yet senseless in their worship ever new. These are the friendly folk whose god I am.…
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