Shooting Lava - Poem by James McLain
Work is, and 'As for her,
when tackling the dairy and our farming place
where all but she is large,
it was normal to do that in her bulls.
She used the enormous wooden metal tipped shaft
the use from which it sends electric current.
The blood glands glowing runny bloody
and from even which it can surprise.
Don't hide, 'The walking….
of of the rear of her shooting lava.
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