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Praise Be to Dog
My dog is my shadow, we shall now walk
He maketh me to play fetch in green pastures:
he leadeth me to sticks in still waters
He has toreth big holes
and keepeth me from the path with viciousness for his bone's sake
Yea, though we walk through the alley, it's so bad what you left, I
steer clear of people: for thou art with me, my dog and thy path leads right to me
I preparest a fable about you in the presence of mine enemies: to the point they in dread recoil when my pup runneth over
Pure, free goodness, my doggy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in this house with my friend forever
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Lycia Harding
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