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Decisions decisions The butcher chose to remove the tail first today He was a teller of tails. He once told of a tail so long that he had to chop it with a French curving blade The one he bought from Trevor down by the market. Next the butcher decided to remove the left ventricle "My mother always said I should have been a surgeon" he lamented but she was a heartless old cow, unlike this old cow. He removed the ventricle. Next came it's walking boots Leather boots... Ironic These boots were made for walking, but where to? Away... Just away. Finally he decided to take the cows head, and in its eyes he saw his reflection, covered in blood, tired, rough. Doing things some people would detest him for. He looked at that man and thought to himself "Is this what I want to be? Is this all that I am?" The question hung in the air with the smell of raw beef. And he smiled and said, "This is what I am. I'm happy with this." And he hung the meat in the window to show his craft.
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
The Butchers Decision
Decisions decisions The butcher chose to remove the tail first today He was a teller of tails. He once told of a tail so long that he had to chop it with a French curving blade The one he bought from Trevor down by the market. Next the butcher decided to remove the left ventricle "My mother always said I should have been a surgeon" he lamented but she was a heartless old cow, unlike this old cow. He removed the ventricle. Next came it's walking boots Leather boots... Ironic These boots were made for walking, but where to? Away... Just away. Finally he decided to take the cows head, and in its eyes he saw his reflection, covered in blood, tired, rough. Doing things some people would detest him for. He looked at that man and thought to himself "Is this what I want to be? Is this all that I am?" The question hung in the air with the smell of raw beef. And he smiled and said, "This is what I am. I'm happy with this." And he hung the meat in the window to show his craft.
matthew-james
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
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