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He's a Maltese-Shitzu cross.
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It's just a game... isn't it?
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Sometimes we don't appreciate what we have...
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A frolic through the black arts...
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We all have one, don't we fellas...
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His eyes could pierce my very soul
His scowl could match my frown,
His hatred seemed to lurk beneath
The coal dust on his brow,
The stoker of th..
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When you were young, as I recall,
I watched you grow, I watched you crawl,
You took your first few steps with me
And I was your security.
Th..
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You can't see the tiny village
In the bush, called Barton Leas
For it's hidden in a hollow,
Down a track and through the trees,
And you'd pass ..
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Children will only put up with so much...
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I'll not lie down, nor sit and wait
The black-draped barge to float on by,
Nor offer up my throat, like ears of corn
To wait the sickle sigh,
Sh..
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