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I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle, The trashing cane The stirrup, the harness The whipping mane The pickled eye The shrinking brain
I own and operate a most wonderful rubber Petdoll. You might see us out around town. If you do, say hello. We won't bite... that's what the muzzle is for.
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