Porky Pig
We walked side by side she was my best friend indeed, she didn't ask for much and she returned her love to me. I never had to worry she might not be home one day because in my heart I'll always know her love would of never strayed. She would sit in the window and wait for me watching the cars drive bye, but she wouldn't wag her curly little tail until it was me who stepped inside. I'll never forget all the fun in my life when I had my Porky Pig, and I catch myself all the time wondering how the heck she's been
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Synopsis
This poem is about my pet pig Porky. I was forced to give her to a family friend when I bought my mobile home, she went to her new home in a mountain are where she grew to be over a hundred and fifty pounds, she lost her life defending that home..but the friends say that she didn't go without a fight..gave that ole mountain lion a run for it's money or shall I say..."hungry"............)
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