Stella


She roles around in dirt
I have to wash her every week
She really never means to hurt
Her nails just aren't too sweet

She's pretty crazy all the time
I don't think she ever gets tired
All she does is beg and wine
She really is very wild

Even though she never calms down
Its hard not to love her so much
She always gets her way around
We can't help but give her some of our lunch

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