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****** hounds but stop and nod Scrappers or survivors a quarter here a quarter there ears bit neck scratched a Styrofoam cup fights won, lost, lamed an upturned top hat Defenseless, lonely, sad eyes a blanket and a stack of newspapers A fighting dog or a fighting man, don't walk by.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
Broke and Dogs
****** hounds but stop and nod Scrappers or survivors a quarter here a quarter there ears bit neck scratched a Styrofoam cup fights won, lost, lamed an upturned top hat Defenseless, lonely, sad eyes a blanket and a stack of newspapers A fighting dog or a fighting man, don't walk by.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
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