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Poem: Cows and Clowns III August 1, 2006

I thought I could
I knew that I should
But I just couldn’t kill them cows
No more

I’m a poor old clown
Broken right down
To the bottom of my soul
Like a deep, dark hole

I felt sorry for that cow
It wasn’t like a sow
It had feelings and bananas
(Gifts from home Havanna)

I thought that I could
I knew that I should
But I just couldn’t kill them cows
Any more