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As my dear old mum would say.
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My dear old mum used to tell me <br />
“Son, {{maxim|every dog has its day}}.” <br />
Now in dog years, I am <strike>{{font colour|red|350}}</strike><u>{{font colour|blue|357}}</u> years old, <br />
but I still quietly sit on my mat <br />
& wonder when it will come <br />
& what it will be like <br />
& as the shadows grow long <br />
& the darkness draws in <br />
You see, I have this sinking feeling <br />
that it’s been and gone —<br />
I wasn’t paying attention <br />
& I missed it. <br />


334 years old, in [[dog years]], and STILL WAITING.
I put my head between my paws <br />
& sleep a little more <br />
& dream of dear old mum. <br />


There’s time, son, there’s time.
“There’s time, son, there’s time.” <br />
That's what she’d say <br />
& she’d ruffle between my ears <br />
“There’s [[Peasgood nonsuch|none such]] as good as you”. <br>
& I’d lie back down <br>
Beneath [[Peasgood nonsuch|the old apple tree]] <br>
& dream the day away.


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My dear old mum used to tell me
“Son, every dog has its day.”
Now in dog years, I am 350357 years old,
but I still quietly sit on my mat
& wonder when it will come
& what it will be like
& as the shadows grow long
& the darkness draws in
You see, I have this sinking feeling
that it’s been and gone —
I wasn’t paying attention
& I missed it.

I put my head between my paws
& sleep a little more
& dream of dear old mum.

“There’s time, son, there’s time.”
That's what she’d say
& she’d ruffle between my ears
“There’s none such as good as you”.
& I’d lie back down
Beneath the old apple tree
& dream the day away.