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A LITTLE DOG
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Which is His bidding,
Nor blame for ridding
Himself of me, your neighbour, he who spake hard words.
Hard words and drove me forth all sore and ill?"

Thus while I tended
This dog I friended
Gave back my faith in Heaven by God's will.