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About Our Pets No One Cares

Had been sad state of affairs For all our pets no one cares; Like what would hunger feel Being squashed under a wheel Are always things which appall My poor pet nailed to the wall; Soft skin with marrow may mix Body will be hung on crucifix. Should see pet boiled in stew Against wall is where it flew; What really would be strange Dead body had case of mange. Truly they really must be insane Pet leftovers did go down drain Now we know what they meant Pets were owned by immigrant. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn

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