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born in this kitchen one of nine...... ... four legs, long tail and a howl like a chime.... one that called to the morning, 'this day, yours and mine..... is for prancing the trail ...look, there......see....a quail...! ! and a squirrel in that tree.... I can't climb, but I see.. all the critters....hear twitters, a rustling in bushes.... my ears, my sight, keen, my nose, twitching.... wind clean full of scents... grrrrowff..! ! here come my friends.... I'll just whiff of their tushes... and know their laments...and their joys... lick my balls.... chew some toys...! ! '
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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