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  Bulldogs At 60 Do you recall when we reached 60 Only five more years of all  work done aready done with fun in 5 years begins the time to play And now magic happens again those of us who were class of 1965 so happy of the education we started and many of us still alive We may not have a senior prom or victory on sport field or state but here it goes, wish I could be one playing, with love w/o a cage Much love to all you gather with thankfulness for each other and the wonderful faculty we had to guides us, sisters and brothers Much love to you all as you rejoice and sing with happiness in voice with bulldogs, huskies and other pets how much better can it really get? Happy 60th friends as I join you all in sweet memory and joyous recall have a lovely "dancing ball" with thankfulness for you all! Love you, Jim Frase-White!

  Grrrr!  Rwoof! 🐕 Grrrr!  Rwoof! It had a fierce wild furry head  fang teeth razor sharp. lips blood red yet his scared lips seem to smile I do believe it after a little while It did not growl or bark did not seem to want to bite so I smiled back at that face its eyes seem to fill with delight from its throat there came a sound a little rumble I swear I heard seemed to accompany a smile somehow like a singing bird the shine beaming from that face had me reaching out as if to pet it bowed its head with grace it seemed a goodly answer indeed did I get And bless his fuzzy dirty fur coat I took him for a bathtub swim and shined him up, for it was a boy I felt so happy, for me, for him that clean mutt joined our happy home and made it even richer and good fun ‘specially when you throw out that ball and watched him happily run run run! Always look for kindness dear friends and it will find you so very true  that the earth indeed lights up below a sky, moonlit night ...

  For Father Harris ✠ A priest I once knew Belonged to that religion That kept hope posthumous Glory to come at death With the son of a virgin Impregnated by the spirit Of father god who he united One in three, indeed was he Harris knew beyond the ugly There was the sustainable good A liveable World that cared For one another, all colors, ideas Seen with the joy of beautiful sight Hope was present always Not a reward for living the law But for each one, joyously alive Hatched into the nest of home And heart daily, with care Not posthumously given As reward for a prayer A life lived in building together Structures of health and strength For loving today was all that made sense With a god who cared daily Or afterlife, death is a fragment Of guessing of power to control Where maybe become seedlings for life You shall blossom as wholly human for all 🎕 ©james m. frase-white 8 Sept 2025 from a 2023 poem In Memory of Rev. Harris Collingwood, Church of the Advent, Boston