She said
“ I am Indian”
I said:
“An Indian cow? ”
“NOW! ”
She replayed.
I said:
“Everything in the rear,
And you need to be milked
In order
To take off the tensions
Between
Your bones and your skin.”
She said:
“YES!
But I am not a cow! ”
I said:
“Milking is a skill, and
Your are an Indian beautiful cow.”
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