Quatrain of Brush My Love
Clean
Brush my thoughts clean
of nasty ideas
unwittingly
found,
Downtown, the noise hits
my ears knocking
me to the
ground.
Growing up on the farm,
no foul words from
cow cuds
chewing.
The worst sounds I ever
heard were from
hungry cows
mooing.
Yorktown Discipl
Clean
Brush my thoughts clean
of nasty ideas
unwittingly
found,
Downtown, the noise hits
my ears knocking
me to the
ground.
Growing up on the farm,
no foul words from
cow cuds
chewing.
The worst sounds I ever
heard were from
hungry cows
mooing.
Yorktown Discipl
Order # 11059
Worst
sounds
I
ever
heard
sounds
I
ever
heard
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