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Jan 2010
gaze upon the fallow
pigs like to wallow
in the muddy remains
of tomorrow

how do you know me
eye to eye,
i recognize thee
us pigs
squeal "wee!"

a sight to behold
two pigs on a roll
one wasting time
the other, on hold
Written by
chris
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