In The Snow Park
The dog runs wild in the snow park.
Good things he's black, or we'd lose him.
His tongue is a long story.
His wet footprints follow us inside.
. . . . .
Good things he's black, or we'd lose him.
His tongue is a long story.
His wet footprints follow us inside.
. . . . .
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