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The Dog
I just turned over and reach for you in our bed
You know it was the dog that I found there instead
Then there was a thought that crossed my mind
That this has to be an improvement of some kind
You know the dog,well he stays home at night
He even knows the difference between wrong and right
A pat on the head and he is happy as can be
You've been replace by the dog ,don't you see
It was your cold feet,now it's his cold nose
But at least he comes home from where he goes
so if hunting for a home, you now seem to lack
There is a vacancy in the dog house out back ................................Free Spirit
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