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The last Act
Billy Bog owned a frightful dog
Lucifer was his name
With short cropped hair and fangs all bared
Locals called beware as they ran off scared,
As Billy strutted down the street
In his big baggy T-shirt and big flat feet
A frail old lady was hobbling by
Her pension clutched tightly by her side,
Billy, concerned by his lack of cash
Decided to give the old girl a b...
Saturday 26th July 2014 1:55 pm
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