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He watches the children as they play,
As the ball goes from girl to boy, He moans when they score. He's yet to bite the postman, I think it's just too much effort. The cats go safely by, My dog just smiles as if to say; "Small and furry one just like me, lets play.'' He hates the rain it makes him wet. He prefers to lay by the fire and dream.
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