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opening the gate to my dog pen

Hypervigilant are both dogs Fat and juicy, built like farm hogs They are in a huge pen with plenty to do Do they know that I, their gatekeeper, is watching them too? I am vastly aware how fast they are As I open the gate, not far from a car Being knocked down by the front gate Is pretty often now my fate

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