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The running dog
Alone he goes on the run
Ears high into the sky
Blowing his barking
Crying he is now independent
In his old kernel
He decides to throw it away
He doesn’t like the way
Nothing comes his day
The running dog
Eyes opening wide
Barking for a new release
With a new owner
He hopes to get
He forgets
The hunter on the prowl
Searching and waiting
For the opportunity
Then the running dog is history
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