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Nov 2021
In the world of farming
the cow ain't holy
but holy cow the abuse is real

While working on a farm
shoveling ****, herding cows
across the highway my eyes were opened

The farmer, my friend
o so abused the poor beasts
I keep my mouth shut

Now wishing I hadn't been a party to
I know my friends farm was small
What the large producers do is criminal

We all must be fed    but
there must exist a godly way
who wants the **** and the slaughter

Who wants to have this continue
will we every grow?    perhaps not
only change I'm going to see will be in me
littlebigheart
Irving MacPherson
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