This is some nice cow dung, In other words, my husbo plays all sorts of music. He moved the cows and left me with some playlist of love songs. Sweet … or was it? I think the list was confined by a decade. One hit including ” All by myself ” … did I not make chocolate cake today??!!?? Did I not love him??!? He’s saying something. Music aside, crap is very important to us. Texture, consistency, dung beetles, this adds data to our pastures.
Oh, but the cows are happy. So let me share that.
Heads down, buried in grass. Just like I like ’em.
What crap is this? It’s me you need to show. This is what sparked these words: