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Pets.

They have four legs, And only one tail, They like to be pet, Come in all shapes and sizes, Will fill your heart, Or break it apart, You yell that they shit, And piss in the house, You pray for the day, That you can escape, The time will come though, And then you will pray, That everything, Will turn out okay.


 
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