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RE: I more often notice. (Original poem)
I clench my fists.
They gradually tame us.
How the cattle munching oats.
On the road to slaughter.
I love this verse!
I clench my fists.
They gradually tame us.
How the cattle munching oats.
On the road to slaughter.
I love this verse!
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