Treasure Island

Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Food In Heaven


Food In Heaven
Food In Heaven



He made the cows to want the rain to fall he made the grass that they use to eat to fill the want inside a cow he makes grass as bread for cows they just continue there to graze in some places in the desert spaces there is grass for cows to eat this is called heaven sweet to cows they drink water when they have it in a drink flavored pouch oh no see eh ewe caught me making lies no listen while eye smile and tell ewe this poem is so nice there is grass for all the cows there is grass on every hill and every cow can eat in heaven they still have grass for every cow there is food in heaven there is food there in a drink flavored pouch.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011

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