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when i get to heaven            i'm living with the pigs my home in the sty            while my soul is in the sky i'd rather squeal in the pen             than sit with the bigwigs and though my neighbors snort and cry             i'm fine to writhe and eventually fry
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Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 9:58 PM UTC
reap what you sow
when i get to heaven            i'm living with the pigs my home in the sty            while my soul is in the sky i'd rather squeal in the pen             than sit with the bigwigs and though my neighbors snort and cry             i'm fine to writhe and eventually fry
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Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 9:58 PM UTC
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