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ODE TO SCRUFFY
Oh Scruffy Oh Scruffy Our youngest son Has four feet, but hands, has none He wakes up each morning and speaks without words His eyes tell the story He makes sure he’s heard It’s outside he’ll go, when we open the door He’s gone in a flash, to the neighbors once more Cause Maddie is there, and she’s quiet a sight At least to Scruffy She’s in his dreams every night Oh Scruffy Oh Scruff, our Grand Kids galore We can’t allow you to see Maddie No More!!! View Scruffy http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/682/f1f163cylizxwew.gif
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