Ink's Pen
We had a calf when I was not quite ten
Named inky he was never in his pen
My Granddad got mad and I got sad
Inky was the best pet I never had
We took inky to the stinky old sale
Where I cried by a rusty old rail
I think of that black calf and his pen
And the way boys grow to be men
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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