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From my window I see Fido going up to scent the plug first a sniff, then a dance cocks-the-leg and gives a glance and then he gives the grand command to tell to all this is his land From my window I see you go, working on your house next door first you paint, then you trim and to make your house more genuine a pink flamingo, proudly shown, will tell to all this is your home. From my window I see clearly, man and beast, we are the same one may bark, one may think but both are ruled by their instinct one may plead, and one may beg but both by rule must cock-the-leg.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
From My Window
From my window I see Fido going up to scent the plug first a sniff, then a dance cocks-the-leg and gives a glance and then he gives the grand command to tell to all this is his land From my window I see you go, working on your house next door first you paint, then you trim and to make your house more genuine a pink flamingo, proudly shown, will tell to all this is your home. From my window I see clearly, man and beast, we are the same one may bark, one may think but both are ruled by their instinct one may plead, and one may beg but both by rule must cock-the-leg.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
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