srm
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1/25/2008 8:02:11 PM
A short winter poem
Beside the golden waters,
Near the molten yellow snow,
My labrador sat sheepish
'Midst the sullen winter show.
He bowed his head and hid his tail,
And whimpered soft and low.
Because he fouled those places
Where I asked him not to go.
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Duane Flock
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1/25/2008 9:51:01 PM
Very good poem. Very bad dog.
Our pups, Fender and Gibson don't even lift thier legs yet. What's wierd is they're 8 months old! They look like girly sissies taking a leak!
But after 4 beers I must pass this along;
Watch out where the huskies go
And don't you eat that yellow snow
- Zappa
Cheers, D.
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