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A Cowherd
1905

I, a milkman,
Know no other way.
At two I rise
To milk for the morning.
At one, again,
I milk for the evening.

My cows I care for
Tenderly.
With combs of steel and bristle
I brush them daily.
With animal smell
My clothes must stink.
Poor Sachio!

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