Walking through the village brown waves of golden wheat-colored farm houses yes, scarlet blood flowers and cows without powers stuck while mended to a fence robbed of the white nutrition inside while the farmer takes it and hides oh blessed milk cow yes oh glorious one without you breakfast would not be so fun underappreciated like the bee and worm just used, then eaten like a canniblistic tour what more pain can you take why don't you rebel take care of your children, let the humans go to hell but I reckon it's your lot in life you have more roles than one yes a jack of many trades your used for fertilizer too what other degrading things do people do to you? Oh wondrous cow of glory I'll sit down and you tell your side of the story
Reason for writing:
I have worked around cows a lot and I've always wondered what are they thinking about.
Birth sign: Leo
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