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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song: The Running Dogs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a land of distant memory, <br>in the primal world of old, <br>dog and man were enemies; <br>and our story should be told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the mystic mountain, <br>lived a pack of hungry hounds; <br>with a tribe of rustic humans, <br>who lacked our strength renowned.<br> <br>A menace to our hunting grounds, <br>they laid their claim to turf; <br>and fenced our range to out of bounds, <br>and stole our birthright, earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our children too were victims, <br>of eugenic genocide.<br>The wild spirit of our nature; <br> broken, tamed, denied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They call us now the running dogs, <br>the stunted and the hunted dogs.<br>They call us now the running dogs, <br>but are we running scared? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were once the Big Bad Wolf, <br>fierce nemesis of cloven hoof.<br>We patrolled the deep dark wood, <br>and took the rap for Riding Hood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were once a breed to fear, <br>of sneering breath and snarling leer.<br>We were threats to little pigs, <br>and architects in flimsy digs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now we lounge on comfy chairs, <br>grow fat and soft and take on airs.<br>As trustee to a gaoler's whim, <br>our savage past must fade and dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They call us now the running dogs, <br>not cunning, merely stunning dogs.<br>They call us now the running dogs, <br>but are we running scared? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Running, running, running dogs.<br>I see and shun those running dogs.<br>Running, running, running dogs; <br>the docked and doctored curs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Running, running, running dogs.<br>I see no fun in running dogs.<br>Running, running, running dogs; <br>till our heaving lungs will burst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Running, running, running dogs.<br>And I am done with running dogs.<br>Running, running, running dogs.<br>For by that name we're cursed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+SmithWhite">David SmithWhite</a><div class=q>
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in the primal world of old, 
dog and man were enemies; 
and our story should be told.

Beyond the mystic mountain, 
lived a pack of hungry hounds; 
with a tribe of rustic humans, 
who lacked our strength renowned.
 
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