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My bones are hurt really bad

My fur is not so pretty

I know I have to deal with it untell you arrive

I am scared for my new home

But please do not be sad i am sure I will get use to you

I will have food every day

Water to drink when I want it

A warm home to live in

And a family who will finally love me

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