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RacinRover

 

 

My dog is a lethargic beast.

His need for speed is slight,

until he sees a squirrel, then

 

hedashesoutofsight.

 

He shuffles slowly up the path.

His lassitude is stark,

until he sees a squirrel, then

 

hehurtlesroundthepark.

 

When up against his indolence

few others can compete,

until he sees a squirrel, then

 

hezoomsacrossthestreet.

 

My dog is chilled, my dog is calm,

his coolness can’t be faulted,

until he sees a squirrel, then 

 

hesimplycan’tbehalteddddddd!!

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