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Duroc Pigs

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In the seventies
we raised those durocs,
their colour brown
but otherwise the same.
When time came -wow,
to get the Python
and all the knives
that had been sharpened,
weeks ahead.
One shot it took,

then cut the live carotid
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Herbert Nehrlich1 13 May 2005

Churchill, if this is you Fry, the coward, remember Emilie is looking for you. It's time to face the music. H

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Michael Shepherd 13 May 2005

But I thought Jews didn't eat pork?

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Savannah Churchill 13 May 2005

Hey, Herbie we know you're there, hiding, choosing not to be seen, lurking, with vitriole to sour those who you envy and covert, come out into the light, show your obscenity to the world

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