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Oh naked pig, dancing with the duck without feathers. Someone lost their appetite, just before the kill. The friendship must have came, oh so real, and with the dance as well ! The poses with the natural highs, and the mud is so alive, above mans greatest of idols. The scare of crow lyes in wait, for the wind to make, it’s escape into a more dead than alive but yet great parade to the duck and pig. Impose if you will, and dance with the flowers. Death knows not it’s years, for the duck, pig or scare of crow, least the crow flying in the strong wind as it rolls down the hill, in horizontal bliss of rolling hills dance. The child looks asunder, up yonder, as rolling hills wait, for it to join these natural highs. (Read the full post about ‘Oh Go Natural !’…)