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Monday, April 28, 2025

EATING MISS MAISY

I'd often take my cow, Maisy out on a woods walk,
She'd soothe me with soft moos, while I unwound with thought talk,
One day, a lion came by roaring
I left Miss Maisy, she was boring,
The lion was  wanting cow, that's the one I would stalk.


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