just dropped in, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroar,
watch out little piggy!
coming to this poetic board, in the jungle a lion roared. trying not to hear the sound, let the bull get me down. animals are all around, everywhere you can hear their sound.
sweating the big, screaming of the pig, about to be butchered for food, better him than my mood. top of the food chain, already there's a gain.
i'm no meal, so on the pig squeal. screaming for dear life, don't sweat the small stuff my dear wife. counting my blessing, day up dressing.
out!
G
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Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 4, 2005
There for the grace of god I'm not a pig. Normally get called far worse..
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Striking reading from "coming to this board".
Healthy Long Life, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
an apple in it's mouth....no squealing NO MORE!!
Love Tinka
Ron