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Two horses and a cow were walking
about the Christmas season talking.
Says horse named Clyde 'I am so big
I'll break the biggest baddest twig
off of the tallest Christmas tree',
said Mama cow, ' just wait for me,
I swing, while walking my big udder
and make for poor folks lots of butter.'
The horse called Percheron, or Ed
walked slowly, like a horse that's dead.
But due to bulk and awesome size
he had, for Christmas a surprise.
By rubbing up against a tree
he would commit some blasphemy.
He'd gobble up a thousand nuts
dropped them in front of peasants' huts.
They walked until the melting snow
made water, letting flowers grow.
And only then did they sleep over
right near a field of lovely clover.
Before they left for other lands
they walked around the barren sands
and dropped what they'd accumulated
which is by gardners highly rated.
Before the year was nearly done
when snow was pestering the sun
the harvest had received the nod
from no one other than their God.
Herbert Nehrlich
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