Oath
Mouthing an oath, she carried on
Milking the cow in cowshed grim.
She only wished she could be gone...
Mouthing an oath, she carried on.
Into the shed sun never shone.
Now milk was spilling over brim!
Mouthing an oath, she carried on
Milking the cow in cowshed grim.
3/24/2023
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2023
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