The Eyes Of Sly

By Sly

Rye the Dog.

Went to see my old mate today.

We took the dog out to the park.

He played with a puppy labrador.

Their bond was like a friendly spark.

Slavers hit my short clad leg, as Rye towards me full of vigour ran,

I became a dog

stained man...

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