an ode to my dad

after last blingeee ambulance call me. they say "dad is dead". i say "no". we have funeral and i cry, all favourite cow there. everytime i drink the milk, i can taste him. my pa pa was cow farmer. gifted. he make so many money, only to leave. he would organize all the parties for the cows, and none of them thank. i thank. he gone to the great cow field in sky........ love u papis

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