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I think they've locked him in today,
Worried lest he run away;
His mournful wails rise hauntingly
On noontide air he cannot see.
He's young and strong and loves to run
The outside world is so much fun.
He often comes around our place;
Likes snuggling up or licks your face;
A friendly dog without a worry,
Always sniffing, in a hurry.
I hear his melancholy wail,
Read sadness in a drooping tail,
Know how his love of life is curbed;
My heart inside is quite perturbed.
He loves the world of grass and sky,
The big playground outside. So do I!
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