Thats the best part about this section, we write what we want when we want to write it. I have been feeling poetic lately, not sure why.
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There was once a shaggy little red dog,
who wandered to a farm where they raised a hog.

To the hog, the dog became a friend,
he vowed they'd be together until the end.

They played and frolicked in the hogs mud,
one day the farmer killed the hog with a thud.

The dog ran and ran till he knew he was lost,
he vowed to never eat meat at any cost.

He tried eating flowers, ate some grass too,
but it gave him bad gas and interfered with his poo.

Then one day a little girl caught, and took the dog home,
where he was bathed and through his fur they ran a comb.

They named him Sparky, vowed he'd never be alone,
rang the dinner bell and gave him a big juicy bone.

Sparky wagged his tail happily back and forth,
what he did not know was that he was eating pork.

The farmer took the hog meat to a butcher named Smit,
Sparkys people bought some and happily cooked it.

Sparky had no idea he was eating his hog friend,
well they did say they'd be 'together' till the END!