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Apr 2016
I get called dog by women I once dated
I said I had a dog I ate it
And that's just the type of  world it is
broken bones from stones and sticks
I'm loyal when i'm told to "sit"
Good boy, good boy
Yet i'm starving and I have no toys
you promised milk you gave me soy
Jose Rodriguez
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Jose Rodriguez  Nevada
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