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I wrote this years ago...

"A Poem"

A cold night, as cold as your heart.
A stiff wind, as stiff as your smile.
Of all the ways I loved you,
which do I hate the most?
Your picture in my wallet,
your hand around my heart,
A cow in my bedroom.
Where did this cow come from?
I don't live anywhere near a farm.

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