Give me a glass of real milk;
never mind that stuff called 'silk'.
I need the kind, tried and true;
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A refined poetic imagination, Terry Hoffman. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
When I was a child we only drank powdered milk. Now it's whole milk every time
Everywhere I go I take a big glass my thirst to slake. I can't live without moo juice; it's like nectar to great Zeus.. a very good poem. tony