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Cory and the Black Dog

Cory and the Black Dog Cory was a shy boy; He didn’t make a fuss. But his schoolmates teased him, Especially on the Bus. Black dog quit your circling. You don’t have to be so mean. The pain in our poor Cory’s heart; Was more than could be seen. His clothes were kind of shabby; His complexion wasn't clear. They laughed at his appearance; For everyone to hear. An awful kind of sadness; Took away poor Cory’s light Black Dog stole our Cory. One dark, moonless night. He would have been a soldier A fine strong young Marine. But the Black Dog came to visit. When he was just thirteen. Black dog what’s your purpose? You doggone demon elf! Cory crept into the backyard And quietly hung himself.

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