Milk
Milk, the white fresh beverage
Is far too underrated
Lost in the depths of people’s mind
Kills the thirst or spice
It is what I call a drink
So creamy and smooth
Greatness in a carton or glass
O blessed cows
O blessed drink
Do me a favor and pour me a glass
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