Milking The Cow Until Dry
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James McLain
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In the barn's embrace, a cow I spy,
Her udders full, the milk runs high.
With gentle hands, I milk with care,
Each drop collected, a treasure rare.
Until the pail's brim, I won't deprive,
Her nourishing gift, I'll never deny,
For the cow's bounty, I'm forever grateful for and aware of the need,
To be milked more.
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