Young steers keenly
munching grass in
a field. “Slow down!”
I say, “the faster you
eat, the sooner you’ll
be slaughtered”. But
they don’t believe me,
unable, on a fine,
sunny day, to imagine
such a fate
Young steers keenly
munching grass in
a field. “Slow down!”
I say, “the faster you
eat, the sooner you’ll
be slaughtered”. But
they don’t believe me,
unable, on a fine,
sunny day, to imagine
such a fate
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