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19226	nan	The Dog's Book of Verse			.txt	text/plain	21475	2286	99	He don't seem like a little dog, My dear old dog, most constant of all friends; Because a red-haired boy who likes his dog, And be kind, my dear Pat, to our poor dog Tray." I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray. Little white dog with the meek brown eyes, But the little white dog just shook his head Thou art as fair and comely as a dog, Old Rover-Dog, w'en he likes folks, A little yellow dog I know that never took a prize. For faithful little yellow dogs, and each shall have a prize. Oh, yes, I know you were a dog, but I was just a man. His faithful dog his rightful master knew! And master, faithful dog was seen. The dog and man at first were friends, But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, My dog loves me, but could he look beyond	./cache/19226.txt	./txt/19226.txt