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My dog he usually lays by me.
But when the games on he will flee.
He climbs up on a different chair.
While lying there he'll watch and stare.
I'm sure he's wondering what I'm doing.
He grabs his bone and begins chewing.
I wonder what goes through his mind.
Cuz mom is normally very kind.
I grab my beads and put them on.
He knows for three hours mom is gone.
He watches and waits till the game is over.
Then once again well over comes rover.
I hate to say this stories true.
I'm always a fan however they do.
Don't get me wrong I want them to win.
But I'll be there through thick and thin.
The green and gold are in my heart.
They have been from the very start.
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