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This Morning
Woke up this morning, my dog was dead,
Someone disliked him and shot him through the head.
Woke up this morning, my cat had died,
I know I'll miss her, sat down and cried.
Came home this evening, my hog was gone,
People here don't like me, I think I'll soon move on.
Now somethings happened, that would make a saint frown,
I turned my back and my house burned down.
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