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My piglets and me all live under a tree
And its shade is like heaven in June. Other creatures I see work much harder than me! My piglets and me all live under a tree watching young horses toil perpetually as we snort up our slop every noon. My piglets and me all live under a tree And its shade is like heaven in June.
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