Wednesday, February 11, 2004

I was a young bovine -- I lived on a farm. Sometimes university students wold come to stay there. They would make a bonfire and have a few beers and then it was open season on us cows. There was this one guy I remember, MD they called him . . . he was gentler than the others. I wonder what happened to him. He never wrote, never called.

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