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Dancing Hawk
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Dog, He Barks No More (A Vinegar Flats Story)
The boy, he fell asleep, and
the cat tipped over the bong, and
the house, it caught on fire.
The dog, he barked until
the firemen arrived and
carried his
lifeless
body
out.
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