There are many crazy cows where I come from. They are everywhere. On the roads. In the fields. Close to where I went to school. They are free to go wherever they want and they are happy.
There are no cows where I live now. And even people are bound by rules telling them where they can and cannot go. No happy cows, just a lot of stressed unhappy people.
I miss the cows.
Crazy cow is the inscription of my underwear. Quess I'm one of them...
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