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I know a gorgeous cow
Who is quite a friend to me. She udders just the nicest words. And always brings me glee. She hasn't any ego, She's as generous as can be. An extremely funny bovine, She cracks me up repeatedly. I'm glad to say I know Ms. Hoovsie, She helps make my life complete. As an extra added bonus? I'm no longer eating meat! What if that Porterhouse were Bessie? A good friend perhaps of Hooves. Or that burger really Mortimer, Her pasture buddy till he mooved. Nope, I'll pig out now on veggies, Honor all her bovine friends. And one final gift I offer, As of today, my cow-tipping ends.
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