Having got
the cows in
from the field,
shooing them
from the rear,
spreading my arms out
to prevent them
going the wrong way,
they followed
the leading cows
up the muddy path
towards the farm
and the milking sheds,
I thought of you
with your dark hair
and brown eyes,
and wonder
what you were doing,
while I was
those **** cows
shooing.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
Having got
the cows in
from the field,
shooing them
from the rear,
spreading my arms out
to prevent them
going the wrong way,
they followed
the leading cows
up the muddy path
towards the farm
and the milking sheds,
I thought of you
with your dark hair
and brown eyes,
and wonder
what you were doing,
while I was
those **** cows
shooing.
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