cold smoke at the farm
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1 min readDec 22, 2016
why does what’s ugly start off so cute, our clittering hooves while we’re little?
Our giant pink ears, which can hear through the years, get bigger as we brittle
and why do our bellies for yum-trash so grow, and our mind not restrain them below?
is it true in the end, we’re just pigs and not men, or is there yet a good melt in our snow?
