factory farming

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Chickens, and pigs, and cows! Oh my! Watch their life passes by In cages and pens without air to breathe Hardly real dirt for their feet beneath
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I do not have a name. I have three friends To talk to, one behind And two beside. They’re the only ones close enough. We love to chat, but Sometimes we argue Because we’re all frustrated
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