ALL DOGS TO GET NEW LEASH wet when it's wet when it's dry still stinky out of the mouths of dogs a howling that salts the quiet a harvest of teeth and the whistle! that wind on steel straying also as it pursues comeback carried away on the wind your mind on further further it used to be all stay and over and that crap until the Original Dog showed up ghostly on the ridge shouting to hurry up and rejoin the getgo
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