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"Patriarch" It was Jim our Patriarch The one who started our silly Lark Collecting Dogz that foolish bark He gathered us from foreign lands To form a pack that ever stands A man From Scottland so was he A township there name Blairgowie Upon this name his nick would be Don't forget it you and me If not for Jim our pack would be Scattered out and lost at sea He rallied Friends and even Foe To watch them all come and go Hello Laddies want to play I'll host a session, for you today He Mastered flying on the run Dropping bombs instead of gun He concurred worldly things, do tell Piling Money in a wishing well Making life, no living hell Jim Tamed the land and it lakes Built a home from wooden stakes There he leaves a legacy of churned up dirt and fallen tree Who had Jim dig the moss His wife Helen she's the Boss Then one day He met a Foe A mastered one, He could not throw He fought him hard day and night Jim and Cancer put on a fight The Dogz are family next to kin But the battle raged within Taking down our beloved Freind Don't be sad my fellow lads Jim is always, our virtual Dad © Todd Allen Long 2012

If I sent you a dime could you pen me a little rhyme? perhaps a dollar more for one the dogz to holla' or even a buck to say who gives a damm Its that last line I am having trouble with...... Excellent work Toad, stirring stuff indeed.

Todd, this is the second time you've brought tears to my eyes. You're meant to be the gun-tottin' redneck remember? One day, and I don't know when yet, the Euro Dogz and the North American Dogz MUST meet.