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As I walked out the door
To check the mail,
I saw a dog
So sickly and frail.
It was a Rottweiler
With massive jowls.
As I kneeled beside him
He started to growl.
His fierce demeanor
Did cause me fright.
I was afraid
That he might bite.
So I left him there
All alone,
Hoping he would
Return to his home.
The next morning
The dog lay dead.
Flies encircled
His ugly head.
He died of fear,
I do believe,
Mine to give,
His to receive.
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