By a pole scratching fiercely
\nAt another it starts to bark
\nTo be met with more doggy abuse
\nNot heard since the days of the Ark..<\/p>\n
And as by I am passing,
\nBoth together bark at me
\nI pass by and ignore them,
\nLeaving them to fight with glee.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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