| Hate wide for dog breeder
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| in the town of purport
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| A never seen dog breeder
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| This is the tale of his replica
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| Name was J. Temperance
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| Only two did not hate him
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| Because peasants fear local indifference
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| Pet shop and the vet, Cameron
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| One night vet is called out
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| from his overpaid leisure
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| To Temperance household, delivered ran out
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| and phoned his wife in terror
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| The next bit is hard to relate
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| The new born thing hard to describe
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| Like a rat that’s been trapped inside
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| A warehouse base, near a city tide
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| Brown sockets, purple eyes
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| And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
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| No changeling,
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| as the birth was witnessed
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| Only one person could do this:
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| «Yes» said Cameron
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| «and the thing was in the
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| impression of J. Temperance»
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| This hideous replica
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| Scrutinise the little monster
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| Disappeared through the door
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| This hideous replica |