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I love my master;
Thus I perfume myself with
this long-rotten squirrel.
I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be.
I sound the alarm!
Paperboy - come to kill us all -
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
Sleeping here,
my chin
On your foot - no greater bliss
Well, maybe catching cats.
Look in my eyes
and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do.
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I hate my choke
chain -
Look world, they strangle me!
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!
Dig under fence
- why?
Because it's there. Because it's
There. Because it's there.
I am your best
friend.
Now, always and especially
When you're eating.
You may call them
fleas,
But they are far more - I call
Them a vocation
My owners' mood
is
Romantic - I lie near their
Feet. I fart a big one.
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