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The Pug Elegy  
05:14pm 17/09/2016
 
 
FU
An air of sadness surrounded the house that morning
the little fat dog was gone.
His mates knew it and laid on the cold concrete
lost, they waited the initiative that for more than three years
the little fat dog had provided.
The masters, alone in their rooms, mourned
A tear for his absence
A laugh for the memories he left behind.
Never again would they find in the carport
 the warm shit to welcome them home
Even though the little dog was gone
his smell permeated the house
A memory of his shorts days with us,
his time at the house was fully enjoyed
eating, sleeping, running, fucking.
the life every mammal would dream of.
Now run free, young soul, dirty dog
We'll find each other again
 
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