The night was dark.
The hour was late.
He went ahead,
To open the gate.
I wanted to thank him,
but knew not how.
For he was the farmer,
and I was the cow.
The night was dark.
The hour was late.
He went ahead,
To open the gate.
I wanted to thank him,
but knew not how.
For he was the farmer,
and I was the cow.
Tags: Ditty, Mom, Saying, silliness
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Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
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