Look up on the hill
A baby calf lies
silent and still
Laying underneath
the tree
Sleeping away as
peaceful as can be
Mama's nearby
So I dare not get
close
one kick from her
My ass will be toast
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Laugh Laugh out loud Spray your drink out of your nose kind of Laugh Spit your drink from your mouth kind of Laugh Laugh loud Laugh hardy ...
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