I read a book once
maybe twice or a hundred times
damn, I own the first edition, you know?
about this pig, this fabulous pig
and the soft voice he hears in the night
of Charlotte breathing the words that saves his bacon
weaving his salvation with arachnid insight
bringing all into her web, garnering the support of the caring
not all of them vegetarians, I presume
yet they spare him from the roast
isn't that beautiful?
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