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A Talking Pig

when just a child the world it seems
is filled with wonder as it teems -
a butterfly, a snail, a frog
birds in the sky or any dog

growing older takes so long
learning how to do no wrong
running just to run and run
running just because it's fun

in the sky the stars at night
in the day the bright sunlight
brothers, sisters, dads and mums
when we need them someone comes

all is everything we see
as we become who we will be
we are small, the world is big
we listen to a talking pig

imagination reigns supreme
waking up within a dream
falling back to sleep again
sometimes now it's just the same
Written by bcpoet (Lawrence)
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