THE CRIMSON COW

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JOURNAL #6

there's not much of anything uglier than a gardener's

mistake

I mean who in his right mind relishes the idea of backing

himself into a forgotten spare rake

Not I,said the cow as she fell upon the soft grassy

ground in a laughing hysterical heap

then proceeded to roll down over the hill

into the muddy stream and out of her wee head not another peep

now with that ponderous idea out of my head I hear alas

myself being called upon by the voice of sleep

and into my cold old bed I snuggle down deep to

chase after rainbows and shoe away sheep............

(written Jan 15,1992 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The creative side of my insomnia here working on me, I suppose!

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