| To walk among the pigs
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| To go where the pigs go
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| And do as the pigs do
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| To inhale the pungent stench of the pigs
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| And truly savor the scent
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| To sing the song of the pigs
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| To build up a rapport
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| To be one with the pigs
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| To work shoulder to shoulder with the pigs
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| On piglike projects
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| To sweat like a pig
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| And then to realize that pigs never sweat
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| To wallow in the mud with the pigs
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| To experience absolutely all that pigness entails
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| To hear, to see
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| To feel like a pig
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| To think, eat
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| And smell like a pig
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| To comprehend completely what it is to be a pig
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| To fully understand that you
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| The pigs
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| And all other things in the universe
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| Are of the same ilk
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| And then, to weed out all non-piggish things
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| To fully cultivate and allow to blossom
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| The flower that is the pig within your soul
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| And to finally stand alone
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| In the garden of the absolute
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| And pray
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| And pray
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| And pray
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| Like a pig |