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#virility
This, the generation Of the Trampling Bull, The trodding of the Crop, The headlong raging run, With never any stop. Having pulled the stakes, Dragging tethers; Pawing unchecked, Throwing clods above his withers; Fence posts falling, The corners cave. Town boys chase him With sticks, Unable to check or to drive His rampant run, O'er suffering fields. Where are the men Who'll come to force him, Bellowing, Back into civility? Where are the men?
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
Trampling Bull