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GenieRaine,
Each time I open one of your pieces, I can't help but wonder where you're gonna take the reader. All your pieces are quite enjoyable.
I stared at the title and it reminded me of an incident long ago (while in HS) when I (deservedly so) was called a *pig* by a great-looking skirt from a nearby all-girl school, Holy Ghost College (now College of the Holy Spirit). My buddies and I at San Sebastian were wasting time outside the gates watching the girls go by when suddenly, without provocation, my lips started to pucker up and wolf-whistled.
"Pig," she yelled.
Somehow, pride kicked in and I pretended not to hear the insult. So I asked the fellow next to me.
"What did she say?"
"She said, you're a Pretty Intelligent Guy, a PIG!"
Enough of that, back to your poem, it's great. I don't have much knowledge about poetry but you do write well!
I guess I'm still a pig 'cause I just don't have a clue what it was about. I'll take a stab here, it is about Love, right? :-)
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"Pigs" refers to people who have everything, and yet still want more, but never find what the couple in this poem have.
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I like it a lot!
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GenieRaine,
Interesting piece, I can feel it too.
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