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My Dog

With the stride of a goofball My dog moves not so quick; But with his wet sloppy tongue He’ll give you a lick. The guy’s always alert He sings his loud Boxer bark, At the girl across the street Who loves his dog lark.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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