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Old poem I found while looking for something else:

In the army of the dog
we don’t need no fucking ponies.
No fucking whistles.

In the army of the dog
we lift a leg
to salute the flagpole.

In the army of the dog
four legs
still good.

In the army of the dog
when the tail wags
it wags for thee.

In the army of the dog
old wags
teach new pricks.

In the army of the dog
we sleep in mangers
and rise with fleas.

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