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I picture them pink with white wings

When pigs fly I picture them Pink with white wings They are soft and cuddly I never picture the real pigs The black and white ones with the harsh hair Mud and manure on their snout and hooves I visualize them pretty, pink, round like cupids They are not large either. They are compact, symmetrical, Rubenesque Are they wearing clothes? I will have to go to sleep and let you know later.

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