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Jan 2015
there was little dog he hopped on to a bus
when the people saw him they would make a fuss.

he would wag his tail then lick them on the face.
being on a bus was his favourite place


when the journey ended. he went home all alone.
to think about his bus ride while chewing on his bone
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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