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| Curley's Poem |
| My name is Curley, and I'm a black poodle, My favorite soup is chicken noodle. I don't know why mom didn't understand, I like my chicken fresh off the land! I think we should all go to bed quite early, And dixieland music is the music for Curley! |
| James and Belinda are very good to me. (Oops, I got an itch... Dad! It's a flea!) Although it seems like I act like a grouch, I'm sorry I made Mom spill wine on the couch. Please don't be sad, 'cause I'll be out of harm, With no arthritis, running around on Heaven's Farm. |
| by a friend |
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