~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have two cows. Therefor I are.
~ Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie, In myriad types of the human eye- Over the lilies there that wave, And weep above a nameless grave. They wave:- from out their fragrant tops, Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep:- from off their delicate stems, Perennial tears descend in gems. -Edgar Allen Poe ~
Feel the Lurrrrve of the Monkey Tour Bus! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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