Munching On Grass
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Juan Olivarez
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My dog sometimes suffers with gas.
So he goes outside to munch on grass.
It's his remedy for his ailing ways,
Grass is his medicine, on his worst of days.
He'll run to a patch across the street,
The greener grass there can't be beat.
The fiber cleans his stomach out,
The virtues of grass little Bruce does tout.
8/17/10/ Alton Texas
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