Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
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It doesn't matter if you like big dogs, or little dogs; if you like bearded dogs, or smooth dogs; if you like working dogs, or couch dogs; if you exclusively like border collies; or no dogs at all. It just doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because you love Kirby. And when you've got Kirby, who needs apples?
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