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Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

A Dog

A Dog
 
A dog is a dog
Is a dog is a dog
It barks, it runs,
It protects, it bites
 
A French dog is the
Same as a Slovakian dog
A poor dog is the
Same as a rich one
 
It barks, it runs
It protects’ it bites
A dog is a dog
Is a dog is a dog

As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication ff@verse-virtual.com Sept 2014 issue

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