Pigs Love Mud

by Aristotle

Published May 20, 2010

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This is a poem i made for English class. Yea Piggies!

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Aristotle commented Comment · May 22, 2010

Its a visual/concrete poem, so I will have to convert it to PDF (what the heck is PDF? A file format?) Next time I come over your house, Daydreams, I'll bring it on a usb.

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Day wrote a review Review · May 21, 2010

Snoink wrote:Aww, and I really wanted to look at this poem too! :)

Aristotle, we don't allow uploads of powerpoints and we won't see powerpoints either! Try converting it to PDF. Then we'll probably be able to see it. If you need any help, feel free to PM me and we can get this sorted out. :)

What Snoink said, but just call me. Either that or just type it out and then post it because I'm sure it isn't too long.

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Snoink wrote a review Review · May 20, 2010

Aww, and I really wanted to look at this poem too! :)

Aristotle, we don't allow uploads of powerpoints and we won't see powerpoints either! Try converting it to PDF. Then we'll probably be able to see it. If you need any help, feel free to PM me and we can get this sorted out. :)

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ArahniaSiddel commented Comment · May 20, 2010

I can't see it :( why don't you just type it in. It is just a poem right. Please p.m. me when you get it up and ready to go. Your title is really interesting.

A. S.

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StoryWeaver13 commented Comment · May 20, 2010

Yikes, you can't see it. Or, I can't anyway. Canislupis said she couldn't either so...might wanna try uploading it again; I'm far from a computer wiz, but you probably put it on the wrong way or something.

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canislupis commented Comment · May 20, 2010

But where is it? I see no poem.

Could just be my stinky computer, but I see nothing. :(

If you post it so I can see it, I'll come back and review!

Lupis



The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance.
— Richard Price