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My neighbor owns a lovely beast
it's golden brown and likes to feast
He eats rawhide bones as big as cats
and chases birds and plays with rats

I like to watch this onerous thing
from the window that I linger in
It doesn't bother me what he does at all
except he likes to bark when night will fall

He sits alone upon his stoop
with chain around his hungry loop
And when the stars begin to arc
this is when this dog will bark

It yaps all night, until of course
he starts to become a little hoarse
Now horses don't bark, as you may know
and that word has an A, after the O

But often, as I drift asleep
the murmur of his bark will creep
I am not angry at this chained up carnivore
but I think his owners should be beaten sore

To leave this creature day and night
through wind and rain and frozen plight
This dog deserves much more than this
but his bark, is becoming quite amiss

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