FRAGMENT TWO
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Master's hand
On the Pet's backside
And each hit
Cracks the Pet's pride
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Apologize and be forgiven
Bruises that ache
Or end up bed ridden
Over a simple mistake
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Discolourations spread
Chastised flesh
Hot salty tears shed
Continue to thresh
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Master asks
Mongrel howls a plea
Is the lesson learned?
He has paid the fee
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Whimpering and sobbing
Anguished cries
Flesh painfully throbbing
Piercing blue eyes
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Master pities the boy
Mongrel crawls to his lap
Master pets his toy
This love is a trap
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Master's soft voice
Can heal any pain
Mongrel promises to never
Do it again