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Thursday, September 23, 2004
My Broken Dolphin
Jennifer gave me this Dolphin probably a year or more ago so naturally I hung it around the rearview mirror of my car. That is until it flew off of it the other night while I was getting out. The jacket, which was in my hand, apparenlty caught the glass dolphin and ripped it off the line that was attaching it to the mirror, breaking the glass hook that held it on. So now, battered and broken my poor glass dolphin sits at my desk as I type ... What shall I do with it?
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The Little Glass Dolphin was my great friend,
But I don't ever remember telling him that.
The words that are spoken at a funeral, are spoken to late for the dolphin that is dead.
What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front, to hear what was said.
Maybe to say a few things yourself.
Dolphin and I grew old together,
At times we laughed, we weeped.
If he was here now, if he could hear what I say,
I'd congratulate him on being a great dolphin, and thank him for being a friend.
*Sniff sniff*
Though I never really noticed him before, I see now what I was missing by gazing on the dolphin's beauty. Did he have a name? Did he have hopes and dreams? Was he happy with his life? Oh, dolphin, only now, at the end, do I see what I've been missing. I'm so sorry...
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