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Here’s a poem I received from a fellow pot-bellied pig lover. THIS describes life with a pet pig! I sometimes wake you up too early and sometimes make you mad but I don’t really mean it; I don’t mean to be bad. I sometimes get into mischief and argue ‘bout this, that and tuther but the one thing I insist you know: I’m happy you’re my mother. When I need attention I give a little shove-- that is my way of showing that I give you all my love. So happy Bright New Day, mom; I’ll will try to be good, not rude. I love you more then anything -- except for maybe FOOD! ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
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