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		<title>Cluny</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am quite sure he thinks that I am God&#8211;
Since he is God on whom each one depends
For life, and all things that his bounty sends&#8211;
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends;
Not quick to mind, but quicker far than I
To him whom God I know and own; his eye,
Deep brown and liquid, watches [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lauth</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 13:32:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He was a gash and faithfu&#8217; tyke
As ever lapt a sheugh or dyke.
His honest, sawnsie, bawsint face
Aye gat him friends in ilka place.
His breast was white, his towsie back
Weel clad wi&#8217; coat o&#8217; glossy black.
His gawcie tail, wi&#8217; upward curl,
Hung ower his hurdies wi&#8217; a swurl.
ROBERT BURNS.
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		<title>My Brindle Bull-Terrier</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 17:29:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My brindle bull-terrier, loving and wise,
With his little screw-tail and his wonderful eyes,
With his white little breast and his white little paws
Which, alas! he mistakes very often for claws;
With his sad little gait as he comes from the fight
When he feels that he hasn&#8217;t done all that he might;
Oh, so fearless of man, yet afraid [...]]]></description>
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