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Soulmate
by: P.J. Sutherland
A pig in a poke, a poke at a pig. When pigs fly, love a flying pig. Deep blue eyes, eyes of love. Devil or angel, wolf or dove? Haunted eyes, masking hidden pain. Nothing to lose, the world to gain. A eagle born to fly, flying high. A joyous cry, a heartfelt sigh. This is my soul mate, my other half. This flying pig, who makes me laugh.
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