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MISS PIGGY

Miss piglet is at it again, her blonde wigs, here we go, her jealousy it always shows. Her clothes are tight, her lashes are glued, she loves to fight and throwing her shoes. Her claim to fame was loving a frog, he thought she was crazy, and away he dodged. She loved her bon, bons she guzzled her liquor, her piggy temper flowed even quicker. Her oinks and squeals, her high heels, her red lips and long piggy tail. She always blamed him, he was always wrong, I somehow felt sorry for that poor little frog. "ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, and an oink or two"

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