by Seed4ever D. D.
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No Time will Toll
Life carries On
As time Drips By
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Usually your dog
is your friend until the end of it's years.
But this dog had different ideas,
it bit the hand of it's piers.
Now dogs are normally not nasty,
he was just a little too frisky.
A hyper HDD hound,
that bit a lot we found.
We stuck a muzzle on him,
we thought was a sin.
But he often went berserk,
nothing else seemed to work.
But fate was in sight,
and we arranged a dog fight.
Now a dog and a crocodile is not much of a match,
but both fought hard, and neither got a scratch.
After the fight, the dog was not the same
he never, never fought again.
Now he goes out a lot to fancy due's,
man oh man he likes his crocodile shoe's.