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I Like My Dog Better Than You
By Moratha
And why shouldn’t I be,
Be a little put out.
You chose your life over me.
What the hell was that about?
You were my pet. Kick you,
Come sit on my lap.
Beg for a treat, bite my hand,
Then kiss is gently.
Come on then, bring it
I can take what you dish.
When did you become a bit
Colder than a fish?
You were my pet. Kick you,
Come sit on my lap.
Beg for a treat, bite my hand,
Then kiss is gently.
Like cat from dog
You ran far away.
Such a nasty old blog.
Sit, roll over, fetch, and stay.
You were my pet. Kick you,
Come sit on my lap.
Beg for a treat, bite my hand,
Then kiss is gently.
No one gets it but my dog, now roll over and play dead.
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© 2006 Moratha
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On Saturday, December 30, 2006, Aunty Depressant
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wrote:
I'm thinking of moving...mainly so I can have a dog...glad you did not let account expire;)...In line "then kiss is gently" ought it be "it"?
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A former member wrote:
wow! I loved this!!
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