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One day looking at the sky (though I don’t know why), standing in my underwear, what did I descry? There were piglets in my yard! Do you think I lie? Pink, with wings! They took off up into the sky! All the times I heard it said Yeah, when pigs can fly! How I wished for a witness that could testify! But nobody was around - not that I could spy. I grew tired and then lay down with a weary sigh. That strange sight which I had seen I could not deny till I woke, my head pounding so bad I could cry. With my senses coming back, I guessed by and by, It was me (and not pink pigs) that was flying high! Written May 13, 2017 in 7/5 Trochee Form for the Descry Poetry Contest of Rob Carmack
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