BACK TO:PETTING ZOO
One good thing in a life of chaos,
A shoulder to cry on,
The comfort of a freind,
The warm touch of hide.....
Above - In the dry dirt of spring, in a patch
of warm sunlight we sit and I ponder the ways of digital cameras and timers.
My zebu, drooling like a cat, is oblivious to all but my touch.
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