“Have you met Sal at a local creek bank?
Crawling positions showing off his pranks
Knowing he’s got what it takes to impress
Others commenting how well he is dressed

He sports himself in the sun and shade
All watching his handsome talent parade
The power in motion of this fast guy
Captures the bug-eyed ladies who sigh”

Black Dog

“Hungry, broken trapped inside
Afraid for their imprisoned hides
Callous trade of broken dreams
They must live without a king

Always held under the gun
No one sees until the burn
Captured by her painful mind
Black Dog has the distant kind”

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