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fascinated with piglets
Young and old with one glance,
A child of children with secrets,
A secret of yesterday’s romance,
Produced from wild eyed couplets,
But given the slightest chance,
Would live without regrets,
Parented with a glance,
Fascinated with piglets,
How we love to dance,
Before we take our first steps,
Ants tickling in our pants,
Quickly before home to our pets,
We walk our baby trance,
Followed by puppets,
Then sleep on harmless plants,
Then wake with our forgets.
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