Grade A. Beef

October 13, 2009
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Eye, a shallow brown

A sight when the dew is fresh
Fingers stroke soft hair

A warmth with you near

I speak beneath tears when alone
Tranquil memories

Disappointment strikes
Betsy the heifer is gone

Yet she tastes so good

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