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Igor Marynowski

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Igor Marynowski

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Voice of Dog

Voice of Dog

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 pain   master   dog   puppy 

I am the dog

Who wonders lonely

In the city. I am the dog

Who was ruthlessly

Thrown away

From the house

By the wicked hand

Of cruel master

Who bought me

For his whimsical

Entertainment

When I was

A little puppy.

I am the dog

Who was

Despised and forsaken

By evil descendants

Of Adam.

I am the dog

Whose heart is filled

With bitterness and pain.

I am the dog who

Needs your care

And attention.


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