Tuesday, June 9, 2026

My child

 My child
We used to throw calves to the ground 
Castrate them
Tag them
Give them shots

We took a few hard knocks 
While they bucked, spat, and kicked like Hell
Then there was the mother of the calf, and boy was she pissed 
That is way one or two of us would keep an eye on her
We got our ass kicked there as well if you didn't watch our

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