Nutrition our mission

Posted on December 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

We suckle from our mother
Not from any other
Her teats are the right teats
We can hear her heart beats
She is in the gestation crate
Thus she will not crush us
A suckling pig we will not be
Dead to the world predictably
🐷🐖🐽

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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