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The Bovine

Sleeping lifeless under an old juniper tree Lipless and unable to taste Blind to the world and its surroundings Vultures don't let it lay in peace A calf has no milk to drink, no mother to love Me, saddened and disturbed by the look on its motionless face Why now, why this place?
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Written by
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Jul 9, 2011
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