Like that goat
Nice, cute, light brown with white face
With friends go mornings head to graze
Evening I sneak to houses; when return
To each house of news; with comments
Life today; round the world, is a shame
Nothing but lies & bluffs; in such game
Surrendered I stand; am tired to confess
Take my milk; later meat, good, hooray
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