corns were taller than cow
roaming a fenced grazing
sometimes reaching errand
leaves poking around fence
blond hair flowing from cobs
as pollen circulates on air
udders are full of milk
between straining legs
almost touching ground
i could grab my stool
and bucket to collect
i'm not they have calves
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