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Little Pink Pig, You’Re Causing So Much Trouble

ISSUE:  Autumn 1997

Lift me in your arms, I want to be a grownup again.

Now make the pig run away and do dangerous things,
then catch him and shake your finger.

One of the other animals is already broken.

I drove through the night and slept in your room,
too sad to fear a ghost before daybreak.

The best doctor never wore his white coat.

Such a gentle dream, not invasive, where I’m you
playing that old game for my daughter—

“Piggy I warned you, don’t come crying to me.”


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