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She was a little bundle of joy that I brought home A week old Golden retriever with shining golden coat Short ears, a straight muzzle, and a feathery tail Why I named her Paris I had no particular rason
In a night of extreme cold Not able to ask for either food or cloth In a day beaten by people by thousands of stones In a rainy day not having a shelter to hide their little paws
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