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Poem from the dog
 You feed me when I'm hungry,
You keep water in my dish,
You let me sleep on anything
Or any place I wish.
You sometimes let me lick your hands,
Or even lick your face,
Despite the fact I've licked myself
In every private place!
You taught me how to come when called,
You taught me how to sit,
You always let me go outside,
So I can take a ..... stroll.
You'll always have my loyalty,
Up to the bitter end,
Cause after all, it's plain to see
You are a dog's best friend!
(poem from American Greetings)
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Life is going to get better for California's farm animals, thanks to the state's voters and those who worked tirelessly to promote "Prop 2."
