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Rural Sunrise

Big open space rises like a hot air balloon overlooking Farmers fields of corn, hay and beans On an October morning as cows scatter from their milking to find a good eating place To graze for the next few hours

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Date: 10/7/2023 2:33:00 PM
One of the first things my papa did was milk the cows. I'm old enough to remember they use to bring it and leave it on your door step. Agggggh!!!
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