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Less 'Talk' More 'Milk'
After the interview; Each rider and horse, move it off, all too quickly. My head how it spins, around it. As it works each day, with such beautiful hands. None known here, can refuse it. Here in this factory, they own it. It are they, as they hang down, each cloud and dawn like dew, each tip, now dripps with it. What has it done. What should it do. Roles reversed, would you. i look they say, like it. I frown they laugh and i smile at it. Upside down, they are all I see, and it's full with it. They all watch it, as none can slip by it. Explaining and swirling about, as it utters. Looking at it, most like they, start to work. One says it's simple mechanical, it's poetry. Fore their arms are off and their aft of it. All just because, they make cream from it. Factory chatter is loud and the clamor it grows as each machine moves, up and down, outside all around it. The bottles once clear, are warm when they're filled, and the milk comes out, quickly through it. They try Calming it down, as too many hang down, and around it, are those hands that confess it. Each cow, you now know, has it's very own name, and as Betsy stands there, don't confuse it Is It Poetry
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