The small biscuit was golden, crisp brown.

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The small biscuit was golden, crisp brown.
The dogs would smell its scrumptious flavor.
The omnivores would be told "get down."
All dogs would jump; it wouldn't be safer.

The warm biscuit was good for the heart.
One biscuit, two biscuit, three, and four.
It was a special, yummy work of art.
They made the dogs cry when they couldn't have more.

More and more biscuits would be collected.
They were served as delicious treats.
The impatient dogs would than be selected.
They were given all different kinds of meats.

The dogs no longer wanted food.
They ended up staying in the right mood.





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