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Book 5 Page 34
Thereís a little man stuck in my dog,
but heís rather well disguised. I know heís in there,
cause that dogís just too wise.
He knows too much,
he thinks too much
to simply be a dog.
He even sometimes out wits me,
and thatís not just a matter of fluking the odds.
For Iím telling you;
there really is an old man in my dog,
and I donít think heís that benign,
So Iím gonna keep on searching for that little in my canine.
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