By Baxter Black
On the Edge of Common Sense
Loose Cow Party
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“It’s for you,” his darlin’ told him as he lay back in the chair
For a well deserved siesta. Ugh, it wasn’t really fair.
It was Chuck, his nearest neighbor – did he have to call right now?
Millard took the phone and listened, “Are you sure that it’s my cow?”
As if he’d changed his brand last week or something equally absurd
Like the F.B.I. was posing as a member of his her...
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