ehowton (ehowton) wrote,

Ode to mr_dowg

When I speak to you about loyal dowgs
Nearly royal dowgs
Very narrow dowgs
I want you to know -
With the very milk of human kindness
Running through his veins;
Aroma of ginger
And moves like a ninja
Only one name in the hat remains.
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