Make it Stop!
A little animal’s life could end, with one swing of a stick. The wounds made are impossible to mend, and one dies with every clock’s tick.
They pledge their loyalty, and make for man’s best friend. Without any uncertainty, this nonsense should end.
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I am a class of 2014 male, who is attending Robert Morris University in Pittsburgh, PA to study Secondary Education and play football. I am a National Honor Society and BETA Club member and enjoy participating in community service, fishing, playing guitar, and writing poetry.
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