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There once was a little pug Who's fur was soft and amber. We got the little thing On the fifth of November. Her grumbling so sweet Muzzle so scrunched We stared at her face Even as she ate our lunch!
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Sweet little pug
There once was a little pug Who's fur was soft and amber. We got the little thing On the fifth of November. Her grumbling so sweet Muzzle so scrunched We stared at her face Even as she ate our lunch!
No hidden meaning. Disclaimer: I have no pug. I just like them. Hence my name.
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
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