PorkMoth
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United Kingdom
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As the cow flew home
Red, dead alone
We spoke to our fathers
As we sat in the rafters
But women will feeze you
As men laugh and tease you
The lying is read
Just books in our heads
And last of all home
and sadness like Rome
The wait for death's over
Like bees in the clover
Amen
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