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My Dog Duke, He wags his tail and chases squirrels when he’s out on bail.
He’s got two strikes, got no home. His mom and dad tried to change his identification.
And he’s got toys, the only ones that live are the ones that make noise, the one’s that don’t talk, He just rips their guts out.
Protects his household when he needs. Seems he’s lost his thirst for things that bleed.
As his days pass he learns to live passively. He sneezes and snarls to get his point across strongly.
And he’s got toys, the only ones that live are the ones that make noise, the one’s that don’t talk, He just rips their guts out.
He’s got toys…