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a doggy tale

my poor little dog he couldnt hear a thing

he was very deaf all heard was ring

if you threw a stick he could plainly see

he would pick it up and bring it back to me

 

i couldnt call his name it would be no good

it would be like talking to a piece of wood

i took him to the vet to ask him for advice

he was very pleasent and also very nice

to my little dog he seemed to take a shine

then he moved his fingers and began to make a sign

my doggy seemed to know what he had to say

just by making signs he could hear me everyday.

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