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My Little Pug

My Little Pug

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I used to care for him,

And hug him in my mind-

A lot more thousand times...My love

With whom I reside...


Thou the rain sprouts; it gets wet

Within my umbrella, he is safe...Not

More than in my arms........

Getting shy when I look upon him...


He's my soul more than a pet.

My little pumpkin with yummy looks

So cute to had....but died without

My permission.


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