Martha Smith


The cows in the paddock gazed as they munched
At the glorious green grass they ate as a bunch
As the shimmering, sparkling sun lowered its lively, lavish light
Cows were led to the farm before the nerve-jangling, notorious night
The cows continue to gazed but this time at the significant, speedy stars
Wondering if they were treated any different from people behind bars
Weary from a demanding, doubtful day, they all fell into a deep sleep
Dreaming of soaring over the magnificent, moving mo

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