How can a cow bow? During the day or May, who say?
Rucurring habits, a rule of thumb, finally reckon a way.
In June from the flowers sprang a tune, image in action,
where hardly a cow could have been invisible.
Exquisite delicacy flied all over the past lure of an ancient
pasture, sparsely smeared of cow bowings (or cowboy droppings?)
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Illustrazione: Pianeta | Giorgio Gobbi