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If you are a beautiful strong black woman, someone will put this in your comments.
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There dwells a pig, with a spirit of its own.
With snout to the ground, and tail in the air,
Pigman traverses, without a single care.
In mud and in mirth, he finds his delight,
Under the sun, or the moon's gentle light.
His oinks are a melody, sweet to the ear,
A symphony of joy, spreading far and near.
With each trot and each skip, he dances in glee,
A sight to behold, for all who can see.
For Pigman reminds us, in his playful way,
To embrace the moment, come what may.
So here's to Pigman, our friend in the sty,
With mischief and charm, he catches the eye.
In the tapestry of life, he's a colorful thread,
Long live Pigman, with whom laughter's spread!