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All Butt All
All Butt All
Barely bothered as he lay down his weary head
Life was so much hassle, he just wished he could be dead
The medics kept his ticker beating as it should
But at what quality of living, he felt none understood
It's a dog's life he thought with such irony
If I had but been a dog, wouldn't they end this misery
Brighter days were now few and so far between
His memories s...
Thursday 6th August 2009 3:06 pm
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