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Man’s best friend is my baby
She loves her belly rubbed
and not just may be
She’s so content she sleeps like a baby
She’s so fussy
When it comes to food
Not a bad thing so that is good
She cuddles up close and falls asleep
Starts to dream very deep
I guess it’s squirrels running up a tree
She liked to run fast and free
She a gift from God to me
Man’s best friend, my baby!
My Moose is my baby !
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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