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My little friend
I was drinking coffee and sitting on my chair
The dog opened his eyes and began to stare
Looking at me he says I am ready for a walk
Without moving his mouth I heard him talk
It is a nice day to run on the grass
Best get going before the sun is going to pass
He is jumping in circles by the door
I can see a pattern being pound into the floor
Charging out like he is...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:50 pm
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