cattle craddle
In all the time that one is craddled in life, we still must flock with all the cattle that exist in the world. They love us and feed us and at moments notice its all gone. We the cattle, craddle our own and still have no idea where all the other cattle rome. If any of us knew the true tale of the cattle than perhaps we could still keep our craddle.
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