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Wayward Pup Oh, this faithful pup of mine I can't find her half the time! She is now a master of escape, but she comes home if dinner gets late. Then when her dinner is all gone she seems to think her job is done. "Where is my leash!" she seems to say, "it's time for us to go out and play!" "Master, Master, do your duty! Let's show me off-I'm such a cutie!" So off we go with a flip of her tail. She is so proud, she's out of her jail. A knock at the door, a neighbor is here. "Isn't this the same dog I've returned here before?" The shame I feel, as I try to expain how the dog has mastered the fence again. But then she comes to lick my face and remind me that she runs this place. And what of the treat, she thinks she deserves? "Master, master, it's me that you serve!" |
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