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Racin’ Rover
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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