{Practicing 4 feet, 3 feet}
The cow roams desperate on hills
To find the grass that’s green
He rubs his head to stroke the hair
But never finds it there
Upon her lap he lays his head
Basking in forever
The thought may come when you do stroke
a shiny hairless head
The bird doth strike his head upon
my closed window glass pane
Fret not because he flew away
once again this morning
I do proclaim he will return
When light refracts again
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