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Nov 2011
Warm, bright sun, upon my back,
As I wander through the wood.
Flowers grow, for my delight,
I take some, I know I should.

Friends are always near at hand.
They are such utterly divine.
Never sneer at what I wear,
Their coats, too, are so fine.

Lazy days to gather around,
Our favorite swimming hole.
Take a dip, or just relax,
The water soothes our every soul.

Evening comes, we head back in.
My man knows just what he should do.
Warm calloused hands to squeeze my *******,
I'm a happy cow, with a contented moo!
Written by
Deb Nixon
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