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Varda Rose


Varda Rose

As everyone knows

is a big red cow

that does not moo, or meow

She loves her food

more than any dude

And eats her hay

twenty-four hours a day

She parades around the show ring

as if she's better than everything

She's grown up to be big and tall

not that she was ever that small

Vard's not dumb, she's really smart

and I love her with all my heart

Her first name is elvish, her second a blossom

Yes, my Varda Rose is truely awesome

 

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