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Sep 2019
Four little pigs
Sleeping in a lemon tree
Just hanging around
Waiting for destiny
When I came home
They were scattered all about
Three were in the house
The fourth somewhere out

Gentle piggies, on the farm
Their bodies, so warm
Hanging by, feeling swell
Is it me? I can't tell

They were in the Sunday best
Looking so neat
But then again
They were just slabs of meat
I gave them all my love
They told me it was hate
Ungrateful little piggies
Perhaps they were victims of fate

Where'd they go, which way?
Did the bad wolf blow them away?
Mr Wolf, did they scream?
Did they taste like a dream?
The four little pigs are four children from Durban who were found murdered by their father on 3 September 2019. Three of them (aged four, six and ten) were found hanging in their homes, while the fourth (aged seventeen) was found hanging in a bush.

The full story can be found here:
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English Jam  122/Dead (somewhat)
(122/Dead (somewhat))   
     ---, Fawn, Calico and Bogdan Dragos
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