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..., he had hurt his back
But no-one seemed to care.
He also had a lifelong fear
(Which caused him much distress)
Of barking, snapping, yapping dogs.
Oh dear me, what a mess.
For every day he'd dodge and jump
And run and hide and shake..
For canines, they were all around
And followed in his wake.
One day, Stan met a Doberman
Who seemed about to bite.
And sadly, I must now report...
He dropped stone dead, of fright!
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