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Under the table, my dog ate the scraps
Later that night, we had to play taps
For poor doggie was dead
From those scraps he was fed,
That were riddled with bird-flu perhaps?
Renaissance ideals only faulter
Later that night, we had to play taps
For poor doggie was dead
From those scraps he was fed,
That were riddled with bird-flu perhaps?
Renaissance ideals only faulter