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My Dog's Bone

He's such a kind dog, that dog of mine, take away his bone, he don't mine. Most dogs would bite, if I snatched away their bone, and look at me, with spite, to snap at you, they are very prone. My dog just wags his tail, licks my face, as if to tell, just give me a big embrace. wrote 6-5-90

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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