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First time I saw your pretty ars
Was in the prison, through the bars.
Amazingly, you paid my bail
And took me home from the jail.
My God, you had me cleaned and fed
And brought my soul back from dead;
You bought me food, a comfy bed.
Considering amounts spent,
I am your very bestest friend.
I trembled under gentle touch,
Who knew that I could feel so much.
You like to hug, you like to talk,
You like to take me for a walk.
My happiness and joy abound.
Signed: Sparky, trusty pet-wolfhound.