UnUsAl BrEeD
Letting her take the lead
Her every command l obay
Their in her hour of need
Be it night or be it day
Perhaps off each other we feed
Neither of us willing to walk away
At these times seems hard to read
Never listening to what shed say
Though not your tipcal pedigree
Still her mind game l then play
Perhaps l am an unusal breed
Never the sort to stray
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