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Prairie Dog Run

Let it go And burrow little one Make your home at the base of the willow... If you've ever watched that anchor on TV You should know about the abuses they face Such a downtrodden yet friendly race I feel a hunger, its a hunger To see them finally rise And look up the bright blue skies Crying on the corner I know there is nothing I can do Back to their holes they must run into My soul proclaims the recession The prairie dogs shall be victorious And holding their small hands we shall walk glorious

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