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Spuddette Member
since 2008-07-03
Posts 112England |
Fleshy mounds of pink that stink Herded Ambushed Driven crowd Dainty little snouts Sniff the rumps of those in front Tiny trotters tread Over the brink. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
not a good thought when I picture this in my mind~~( had to look up your title)  M |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This hurts so much, I could cry. Almost unbearable vision. In a few words a true tragedy ... Love, Margherita |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
Trotters. ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· |
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Spuddette Member
since 2008-07-03
Posts 112England |
Thanks. I used to be a vegetarian and reading this back to myself I wonder why I am not still? I suppose we don't like to face up to things sometimes. x Jan x |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This makes me so happy that I don't eat pork. Good poetry does make an impact. Ida |
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