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Dog Up the Sleeve

The spare bedroom is full of Waste cack The duck hunter, the pudel A bouquet of sullage He evacuated his bowels Outside the bookies His body aligned along The north-south axis He looked up at me We were both on edge I didn't know the procedure Standing there like a yo-yo The warbrode smells of wazz Or was it wizz? The vet didn't know what he was But declared he wasn't a kangaroo (A standard male dog is commonly Known as a dog) This is man's best friend

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