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[scned]

Once I told you of a crazed mother cow

Mistaken often, prowess of the bull

Compared to the one whom nurs’d the calf full

Trepidly I’d cross her path even now

and take the life of the ox who doth plough

who to whom the farmer is most helpful

and never the one who loved a handful

the calf a consequence to disavow

Oh crazy cow now I am forced to see

After many of your babes ripped away

by rancher, wolves, and tricky coyote

you refused our bribe and payment of hay

to be the mother you needed to be

[pourquoipasfou-blog]

The Greatest Tomato in the World

Gardening work is quite often portrayed As a doing that brings serenity But it has never been the case for me Unless my crop can be proudly displayed

This time I slaved, I cried, suffered and prayed I wanted to impress with a veggie Produced right here on my territory So I relentlessly dug and spaded

My efforts paid off, and now I must go around the world to show this prettiness. Its shape and shade amaze, so does its glow

One thing I am afraid of I confess Is to try the taste of that tomato I couldn’t bear its ordinariness

The Greatest _______ in the World

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[bethrider22]

With The Same Heart <3

How deep the Father's love for us, even when we take it for granted. His love becomes sweeter and sweeter to me with every passing day, like a childhood love that has grown into a cherished reality. From single good to all my good, the blood in my veins now runs even faster. "With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee As those, when thou shalt call me by my name-- Lo, the vain promise! is the same, the same, Perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy? When called before, I told how hastily I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game, To run and answer with the smile that came At play last moment, and went on with me Through my obedience. When I answer now, I drop a grave thought, break from solitude; Yet still my heart goes to thee--ponder how-- Not as to a single good, but all my good! Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow That no child's foot could run as fast as this blood." -Elizabeth Barrett Browning