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The old house creaks gently as we sleep Barking, panic and fear, an evil burglar monster is quite near Hush little dog, it is okay, just a creaking roof The tree outside rustles in the wind Giant spider creeping up the wall, I must attack it before we all die What are you doing dog, trees are not evil At 4 a.m I fall to sleep, dreams merging together In the morning I awake, my human does not want to play he must be sick Little dog I'll play with just after my coffee.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
My dog
The old house creaks gently as we sleep Barking, panic and fear, an evil burglar monster is quite near Hush little dog, it is okay, just a creaking roof The tree outside rustles in the wind Giant spider creeping up the wall, I must attack it before we all die What are you doing dog, trees are not evil At 4 a.m I fall to sleep, dreams merging together In the morning I awake, my human does not want to play he must be sick Little dog I'll play with just after my coffee.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
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