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Must Your Gratitude Be A Knife?
On top of my labour
In the farmyard
I often proffer you
Milk, cheese, manure and hide
To render grand
Your life,
Then how come
You express
Your gratitude
With a knife?
Wednesday 3rd February 2016 3:25 pm
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