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I opened my eyes,
on Christmas morn,
I walked down the hall,
and saw presents torn,
I looked all around,
and wondered what had happened,
it couldn't have been my parents,
because they were still nappin,
I looked in the kitchen,
and saw great brown chunks,
I looked farther out,
and saw bigger hunks.
I glanced to my left,
and thought it was a log,
then when I looked twice,
I saw it was my dog.
It was my responsibility,
to clean my dogs mess,
Then I knew then,
This is not a good christmas.
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