Inspired by Elaine and Annabella's beautiful Paris reflections, I've pen

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The Old Cow Town
by TD Euwaite

The stock yards don’t run cows no more
That smell is gone from here
And rendering is not allowed
To pollute our precious air

We still store grain
Fuel jet planes
And mix up paint and glue
But mostly, we don’t stink no more
Our industry is through

We have new office building for
Litigation’s rule
Accountants juggling the books
And lawyers, two by two

We’ve cleaned the air
Of sweat and strain
And perfumed restroom stalls
The cattle that we drive through here
Have lost their testicles…

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The Old Cow Town
by TD Euwaite

The stock yards don’t run cows no more
That smell is gone from here
And rendering is not allowed
To pollute our precious air

We still store grain
Fuel jet planes
And mix up paint and glue
But mostly, we don’t stink no more
Our industry is through

We have new office building for
Litigation’s rule
Accountants juggling the books
And lawyers, two by two

We’ve cleaned the air
Of sweat and strain
And perfumed restroom stalls
The cattle that we drive through here
Have lost their testicles…

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Anybody that can rhyme restroom stalls with testicles should get a Pullitzer, yes?

haha, very good.

I'm going to say you are from somewhere in the mid-west/northwest...am I close??

Most people don`t, but I love the smell of farm animals. I
was born in a little town called Cos Cob Conn. Behind
us was an apple cider mill.

I'm thinking I'm happy that I don't live in your hometown, or mine either. I might spin this off...oooh, this could be fun.

How romantic! One day we will all go there and have lunch...

I like Kansas City in the spring time,
I like Kansas City in the faaaaalll,

It does not sound right, does it?

Anyone who rhymes "restroom stalls with testicalls must be from Chicago. It was a dead giveaway.

This is great.

My hometown is a little place,
Yes, it is very small.
You can see most all of it,
If you are six feet tall.

You stand right in the middle,
You turn yourself around.
It sits upon a little hill,
Much as a pitcher's mound.

There's the bank, the five and dime,
The little grocery store.
Down there the one room country school,
It has a hard dirt floor.

The little church on yonder knoll,
With ringing, chiming bell.
It says "If you don't come in here,
you'll surely go to hell".

My hometown is all quiet now,
For all are fast asleep.
My work is starting for the night,
The street I have to sweep.

This has been one of the best days since we left for Mars.

Yes. It is very good TD. I hope the collection drive is on for the next edition. File this one in pending with Dondi's. I like them a lot. Good day for the Martians, I agree with Elaine.