There once was a writer from the farm
Who thought writing could do no harm.
Then one day while he uttered
Poetry he scribbled near a cow’s udder,
She kicked him because she was not charmed.
There once was a writer from the farm
Who thought writing could do no harm.
Then one day while he uttered
Poetry he scribbled near a cow’s udder,
She kicked him because she was not charmed.
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