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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lee Evans


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Oink

The big pig stood
at the doorway of the pig house,
and frowned at the falling snow.
"Guess it's too cold
for me to go out today," he snorted,
and just stood awhile
supported on the legs
the god of pigs gave him—
the god he took so much for granted,
he didn't need to think twice
about the situation. He just oinked—
and the words I put in his mouth
were the translation.