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Cud

like a ruminant you digest your own cud you think that life has things in store for you baby, it's been game over long time ago go to your cuffin and void your burdens every action is still born every thought is convicted to death

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Date: 5/28/2019 6:06:00 PM
Hello Dido Ch, a mother cow feeding her calf. The dies. so sad. Have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 5/29/2019 4:01:00 PM
(then...) Concise and clear. Well said. Thx dear Darlene D.B.