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... Barking Oh my head, I soon will be dead, If my dog keeps barking with no sight to its end. Barking, and barking, and barking, you know, Rattles my head, straight down to my toes. Juno my dog, so loud and so sure. Can't my dog see the pain his barking insures? My love and care for him, none would believe. But my poor dogs barking, makes me want to run, and flee. I am sure I was told he is my best friend. But truth to be known, his endless barking will soon be my end. ![]()
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