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Our Dog Donald——
Some say it is more creul than kind,
  To keep a pet dog after it's blind;
They say you should shoot them or kill them it's true;
  But dear wee Donald I don't think it ever will happen to you,
You stood by me in sunshine, also in storm;
  You watched o'er my baby girl since she was born;
And now that you have reached the age of ten,
  I never could think to part with you then;
So dear old doggie, faithful and true,
  While I have a home I will share it with you.

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