The Pig Farm
It's quite warm in the sun. I can smell the pig farm.
I've never seen the farm, I'm not even sure where it is (down Bardsley way, I think) but once in a while- not very often I'm glad to say- I receive unquestionable evidence of its existence.
I've never seen the farm, I'm not even sure where it is (down Bardsley way, I think) but once in a while- not very often I'm glad to say- I receive unquestionable evidence of its existence.
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There used to be a paper mill near where my grandparents lived in Portland which functioned rather the same way.
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I'm not sure I could grow to love pig shit in quite the same way.
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I'm glad we never had a pig farm added to the brew.