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I think the cow got milk fever. What is it about Frost anyway? She was udderly crazed.. with the fever but I thought the cow jumped over the moon? Or perhaps mad cow disease is nothing new or feverish poetic minds are renowned.

In the midst of bustling city there is a house quite ancient, quaint It really isn’t very pretty could use a fresh new coat of paint the sunroom draws me subtly pulling, wrenching lightly; slow I can see if full of plant life in the evenings afterglow visions sharper than a knife water lilies...

I tried to write a poem for Yug yes I did yes I did but I could not and with a shrug I tossed out I blew it off Oh yes I did oh YES I did and underneath the rug I hid but it was dark really dark I tell you this... Intrusivosity with a medium doubt

I edited it a bit so it reads a little better. Who is skulking in your hulking shadow? Her wounds might taste like salty cashew nuts Sits pretty watching as you suck and blow Small fleas are swimming in the dregs and ruts She tosses back her head and nearly howls Impertinent and freshly...

Should I approach you in some subtle way, my love? To shower on your person, all I have in me to give Would then you tritely interact and lightly shove Or would you reach embracing that our love may live My eyes devour and synthesize you by degrees My lips with hunger open, blithely move apart...