There's a cow in this can.

The cans for the pup.

I open the can and the pup eats it up.

The tin hides the truth of what lived and who died.

My pup doesn't care.

And I don't either.

You've crossed over to Spooked.

Stay true. Two. Okay.

Sixth grade, rule Michigan Michigan Close to where we live

There's a livery stable

Where the rich folk keep their horses

They let me

And some of my buddies come through and mock stables

Move, feed, do chores or whatever

For the exalted privilege

Of getting to be around horses.

No, we can't ride the horses. At least we better not get caught riding horses.

Still, we get to ten the most beautiful animals that have ever breathed air, and there's one.

Just not bay like from a story looks like a patroness glorious but no one can get near her she bites she winnie she kicks we call her demon

you can't even walk by her. Except for

the owner's son Chad. The one that hisses at us to keep your head down. Don't you look me in the

eyes. The one always blinking.

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