one of piglets threaten
to run away from corral
wander around in farm
today she's back hungry
rubbing her body on me
i let her, my pet, a needy
if she could talk like me
would be productive play
as long as she won't bite
i feed them with pleasure
but when she, she grow up
should be different i'm sure
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