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<p>&#8220;How It Is With Us, And How It Is With Them&#8221; by Mary Oliver:</p>
<blockquote><p>We become religious,<br />
then we turn from it,<br />
then we are in need and maybe we turn back.<br />
We turn to making money,<br />
then we turn to the moral life,<br />
then we think about making money again.<br />
We meet wonderful people, but lose them<br />
in our busyness.<br />
We’re, as the saying goes, all over the place.<br />
Steadfastness, it seems,<br />
is more about dogs than about us.<br />
One of the reasons we love them so much.</p></blockquote>
<p>(From <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1594204780/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1594204780&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=thdi09-20"><em>Dog Songs</em></a> by Mary Oliver. Reprinted by arrangement of Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Random House LLC. © 2013 by Mary Oliver.)</p>
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