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Oct 2019
do not teach me brand new tricks
of age i just turned one
i wont go and fetch your sticks
you can for them run

don't get me to shake your hands
because i have a paw
go and find some human friends
and let me on bones gnaw

and you want me to play dead ?
what's this game you're playing
and then beg ? that's rather sad
to hear the things you're saying

do not teach me a thing or two
it will end in disaster
and i'll *** inside your shoe
then you'll see who is master
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
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