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Little black dots on the hillside All fuzzy and free I come across some, and they look at me Black eyes questioning, am I a friend or a foe? So gentle, so simple, never very bold I know that they will all come to a bitter end The process has been started and I tend to notice these things, poor animals, so used Simply products to us, no one is enthused about taking better care of them Most just never think But watching them now puts me on the brink They've been branded, ears cut, and even crueler snips No anesthetic, and when they're gone, they won't be missed Others will appear in the green grass fields A never ending supply Why isn't animal life held dear? Later at the store, I see them again Neatly stacked in packages, frozen and then I know there is no possible way I cannot be a vegetarian today
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
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Little black dots on the hillside All fuzzy and free I come across some, and they look at me Black eyes questioning, am I a friend or a foe? So gentle, so simple, never very bold I know that they will all come to a bitter end The process has been started and I tend to notice these things, poor animals, so used Simply products to us, no one is enthused about taking better care of them Most just never think But watching them now puts me on the brink They've been branded, ears cut, and even crueler snips No anesthetic, and when they're gone, they won't be missed Others will appear in the green grass fields A never ending supply Why isn't animal life held dear? Later at the store, I see them again Neatly stacked in packages, frozen and then I know there is no possible way I cannot be a vegetarian today
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
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