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| Let's go play! |
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| Well maybe not this kind of play. |
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| Take me to the dog park please. |
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| Sorry Norm, Kola's red! |
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In what distant deeps or skyscrapers.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare she aspire?
What the mitt, dare seize the fire?
(Doggy doggy, burning bright - paraphrasing Blake)
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