We were opposites
Attracted to each other
Like magnets in a puzzle
Complementing one another
Filling each other’s empty spaces
She traditional, planning ahead
I spontaneous, in the moment
For years I shared her bed
We lasted quite a while but
Somewhere in those 30 years
Our evolution changed us
As we grew older
We grew separately
Not together as before
Once full spaces emptied
We grew
Apart
She grew one way
And I grew an udder
That’s the Milk Cow Blues
Milk Cow Blues
Milk Cow Blues
I give 6 gallons a day
I may be unusual but
You know I’ve earned my pay
Milk Cow Blues
Milk Cow Blues
That farmers hands are rough
But at least I’m alive and useful
And somehow that’s enough
About Me
- Philo
- Mostly, I guess, really, I mean usually, the majority of the time, within reason and without cause, I am very direct. I neither palaver nor prevaricate although, mostly, with some variations, I do augment the truth sometimes without getting to any serious point whatsoever. Sometimes not. I like words. English words usually since it is both my mother and father tongue. I like Spanish words with multiple r's and the lost letters in French as well as the jarring nature of German and the flow of vowel rich Russian.
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