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Cows

   
 

I remember milch days

   
 
 

when sweet pussy

   
 
 

was free—

   
   
   
 

Even twin-nickle

   
 
 

heidies bobbed

   
 
 

specially for me.

   
   
   
 

A moon cross the lake

   
 
 

leaves me sparkin'

   
 
 

and fumin'—

   
   
   
 

Those ... bat their eyes

   
 
 

crying, "Beg

   
 
 

like a human!"