The Ballad of Jayne (revised in honor of good friends who are adopting a Newfoundland puppy and naming him "Jayne")
Jayne, the dog they call Jayne
He went from the couch
And he went to the door
He had to go pee
And perhaps to do more
Our love for him now
Ain't hard to explain
The dog that's a Newfy
The dog we call Jayne
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.