I know I can be a swine
sometimes, but you
really know how to
make me squeal.
Just thinking about you
makes me so happy
that I yearn to
root in the mud.



You're a feast of
friendship,
one heck of a
fine-feathered friend.


Please don't let me
wallow in the mud
without you.
Drop me a line, and
let me know how
things are flying.

And before you soar out,
don't forget to run your cursor over
the pigs below for my personal message.