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Tuesday, December 19, 2017
happy
mrs. casey had a cow.
she loved her.
she milked her.
she looked up at the stars.
she was meant to have her cow,
to milk her cow.
destiny; hers,
to love her cow,
and mine,
to love her,
mrs. casey.
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