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I eyed an eye eying an eye of I
While dogs dogged dogs dogging dogs
Then I could not dog
the eye eying my eye anymore....

Though, do you know why not?

:O
:) ouch, that got me eyeing around

Though I have heard to let sleeping dogs lie, it is no lie my eye has perceived a site as asleep and if I ask why some will ask what?

...when?

The eye's have it

Aye, they do, and are due the dew of the morning mourning

Nicko,

Nay, the eye eyed the dogs dogging dogs
Thus the eye did not eye my eye anymore
Plus
I could not dog the eye eying my eye anymore
Because my eye, too, was eying the dogs.

Michael, long ago...

In these forums, I heard barks as potent as a lion's roar.
And I, intimidated by the sound, ran towards a cage. I know... strangely, a cage was there. I don't think it was set for me. Though I ran towards it and I locked myself in there. Ha! How foolish of my persona to think, I would find safety in there. But safety wasn't there, it was just me locked in a cage. And from that cage, I heard the barks again. Each time getting closer and closer to me. My heartbeat was raising - beating faster and faster, that I just closed my eyes for a long time, and when I opened them, there was nothing, other than me locked in that cage.

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