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The Lone Dog A lone dog sits by the fire Thinking of being on the funeral pier The other dogs laughed and called her names She was so tired of their sadistic games Why were the dogs so hateful This could not be fateful Her father had abused her as a pup Her sister couldn't even drink from the same cup But still the young dog pushes on For the wolf with whom she has a special bond
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